It was around noon when the forces of the Kingdom of Eskar and the Kingdom of Dreasturith met on a open field located in the deviated, now-abandoned province of Thalim. Leyton Sangster stood ready with his guard, awaiting orders the begin their assault, already skirmishers from both sides were exchanging missile fire. The young captain glanced to his men, the good 150 of them, every single one was prepared to lay down their lives in combat in the name of Eskar and glory, it was satisfying to have decent soldiers at his side. Still even given their skills and undeniable courage he couldn't ignore the haggard state they appeared to be in. During the introductory years of the war, supplies were plentiful and so were fresh bodies, yet after more than a decade of fighting that was no longer the case. Many of his own were lacking a spare few armor pieces, some without boots instead resorting to foot-wrappings, others lacked a shield at their arms, rather using cobbled together wood pallets.
While he didn't want to admit it, Leyton had a secret desire to see this war finally come to an end, everyone involved was hurting and this included the Dreasturiths themselves as well. Above all else, however he valued his loyalty towards the crown, besides he had to place trust in the king and his cabinet to make the right decisions. His daydreaming was interrupted by his section-commander's orders, these were orders calling for full charge, and Leyton understood why as he observed the enemy's frontline rapidly advancing. Following through with the utmost authority he unsheathed his blade the bright, shining metal polished to perfection, the edge sharped to a razor-fine, deadly precision, truly it was a sword deserving for an officer of Eskar.
Leyton bellowed to the absolute maximum volume his lungs would allow, his voice rang crisp and clear. "Forward! We march for glory today!He revived an equally powerful, reassuring roar from his men, proving they were eager to engage in mortal combat. Without a hint of hesitation, Leyton took his place at the front, to act as a beacon for his fellow soldiers, and more importantly to lead by example, it was going to be a bloodbath. He headed the charge into chaos.
While he didn't want to admit it, Leyton had a secret desire to see this war finally come to an end, everyone involved was hurting and this included the Dreasturiths themselves as well. Above all else, however he valued his loyalty towards the crown, besides he had to place trust in the king and his cabinet to make the right decisions. His daydreaming was interrupted by his section-commander's orders, these were orders calling for full charge, and Leyton understood why as he observed the enemy's frontline rapidly advancing. Following through with the utmost authority he unsheathed his blade the bright, shining metal polished to perfection, the edge sharped to a razor-fine, deadly precision, truly it was a sword deserving for an officer of Eskar.
Leyton bellowed to the absolute maximum volume his lungs would allow, his voice rang crisp and clear. "Forward! We march for glory today!He revived an equally powerful, reassuring roar from his men, proving they were eager to engage in mortal combat. Without a hint of hesitation, Leyton took his place at the front, to act as a beacon for his fellow soldiers, and more importantly to lead by example, it was going to be a bloodbath. He headed the charge into chaos.