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The sky cried fire, and it fell harshly upon those weary and worn Kalitian souls.
Even their great emperor had been struck, thrice upon, with arrows from above. Were he not of the righteous flame, surely he'd have been scorched - damn those wretches, those pike men of the south, mocking the art of their arrows.
Iahmesu spat upon the plain for his brothers' sake, and hoisted his arm into the air while giving a great shout, and lead the returning charge.
Cortosi riders had come up the rear, and archers had taken the surround in preparation for the god-emperor's return to sandy shores across the river. They attacked, but even still Gerra had managed to depart the area, alive, and in one piece. He and his men had done their part then, such as it was, and now they needed to return to the front in the south. But first - those Cortosi bastards would taste his steel. The Imperials had routed the cavalry, but in the fray many of the archers and several riders managed to escape, something which Iahmesu was not content to allow.
Those men would never make it back home.
Mounted, glaives rested at the ready, bow in hand, he prepared to depart with several other riders to seek out their quarry and put and end to their insolent existences.
Even their great emperor had been struck, thrice upon, with arrows from above. Were he not of the righteous flame, surely he'd have been scorched - damn those wretches, those pike men of the south, mocking the art of their arrows.
Iahmesu spat upon the plain for his brothers' sake, and hoisted his arm into the air while giving a great shout, and lead the returning charge.
Cortosi riders had come up the rear, and archers had taken the surround in preparation for the god-emperor's return to sandy shores across the river. They attacked, but even still Gerra had managed to depart the area, alive, and in one piece. He and his men had done their part then, such as it was, and now they needed to return to the front in the south. But first - those Cortosi bastards would taste his steel. The Imperials had routed the cavalry, but in the fray many of the archers and several riders managed to escape, something which Iahmesu was not content to allow.
Those men would never make it back home.
Mounted, glaives rested at the ready, bow in hand, he prepared to depart with several other riders to seek out their quarry and put and end to their insolent existences.
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