The Darkest of Nights - Part 11

Beam watched it all, from his position behind Tolsey and Lombard. The Captain had made him agree to wait, to make his presence a surprise, something that they could use to gain the advantage in the decisive moment.

Watching the Yarmdon charge, though, he wondered whether a surprise would be enough to deal with them. There were at least a hundred men in that first wave, with enough aggression pouring out of them to take a man's breath away. They charged in with seemingly no regard for their life.

But as arrows came flying towards them on Lombard's orders, not a single one made it past their shields. Not now that they were in the arms of the men.

They crossed that hundred-metre distance between them and the Stormfront encampment with giant strides. The fastest of them broke away first. There was no effort to maintain the line. There were only howls of bloodthirst, and axes brandished, as they rushed across the frozen earth in a single targeted wave of aggression.