the drunken freak


The Battle for the Valley of Mars
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The leutenant lay on his belly gripping his sword in rage as the barrage continued overhead decimating his men. His fury boiled as he watched helplessly, fuming to himself 'how dare these commoners attack his majesties men this way! The cowards wouldn't stand a chance on the field of battle'
The attack eased and the officer leaped to his feet. Swatting a discus away with his sword like a bothersome fly he charged into battle roaring in warlust. The great blade swooped in a deadly arc severing the head of the nearest foe as cleanly as a guilliotine and followed through to ram into anothers stomach, sinking into the soft innards all the way to the hilt. Kicking the dying man off of his weapon the leutenant advanced, slashing through the abdomen of a nearby adversary loosing his entrails onto the ground in great looping coils.

the soldier trudged through the thickening mud of blood and dust and though about how his men had been so severly decimated. The ambush party had went for the officers first using the suprise and resulting lack of cohesion to the greatest possible advantage. He had to give them a grudging smile, for even though the small band of rebels would be defeated thier goal had been reached. The feared Thousand man army had been reduced to a mere hundred ten.

The general had lost fourteen men so far but considered it an acceptable loss as he put forth the call for a fighting retreat. The men emptied thier pouches as they ran mowing down yet more imperials. As they reached the backup party the number of enemy soldiers had dwindled down to a meager nine men all of whom surrendered rather than to try taking on nearly two hundred men such as the few who had defeated the worlds most powerful army.