Kingdom of Ash

The clash of armored feet and shields was
as familiar as any song. Morath’s foot soldiers
aimed for the keep walls, spears at the ready.
At the other end of the host, soldiers faced
away, spears and pikes angled to intercept the
khaganate’s army.
A horn blasted from deep in the khaganate
ranks, and arrows flew.
The mass of Morath soldiers didn’t so
much as flinch or look behind to see what
became of their rear lines.
“Ladders,” Fenrys murmured, pointing
with his chin toward the ripple through the
lines. Massive siege ladders of iron parted the
crowd.
“They’re making this their all-out assault,
then,” Lorcan said with equal quiet. All of
them careful not to let the nearby men hear.
“They’ll try to break into the keep before the
khaganate can break them.”