It didn't take much to get the remaining troops together. The call to arms had them on the road in minutes. And as they began their march, the adrenaline could be tasted, as well as the overwhelming beat of their hearts. These were men trained for war, men ready to commit war, and not a single one of them looked afraid. These were, after all, General Krah's men, and he had the roughest and most savage of the lot.
The captains and other higher ranking officers easily got that way by acts of savagery, men who didn't fear getting their hands a little dirty, as well as those that didn't mind taking the lead. And the closer they got, the smell of black powder filled the air and as they crested the hill-
The animated scene of battle was all but consuming their view.
The leaders took one look at General Krah, who stood in the midst of the smoking blood bath and as he raised his sword arm to them- all of the General's men roared as they rushed into the fray.
Now with the second batch of soldiers, fresh and ready to fight, any weight wearing on Krah vanished. He swung his sword with the fury of ten thousand men, and continued to cut those down who stood in his path. And soon it seemed the General was getting the upper hand-
But then again, it was hard to see through the misty, smoke filled field.