and arrogance.
She didn’t dare look down the lines to see
how he was faring, shoulder to shoulder in the
mud with his men. Ren led the right flank,
where Lysandra had been stationed. Galan and
Ansel had taken the left, Ravi and Sol of Suria
fighting amongst them.
She didn’t dare see whose swords were still
swinging.
They would count their dead after the
battle.
There weren’t many of the enemy left now.
A thousand, if that. The soldiers at her back
numbered far more.
So Lysandra kept killing, the blood of her
enemy like spoiled wine on her tongue.
They won, though Aedion was well aware that
victory against five thousand troops was
likely fleeting, considering Morath’s full host