1137 First Real Day Of Battle (Part 7)

"Great General Ceythie, shouldn't we intervene?" A stern-looking trusted officer inquired, the furrow between his brows deeply knit.

Perched like the enemy legion's general atop a hill, the woman leading the Ironsoul Berserkers and her senior officers had not missed the massacre the Mumaks had just wreaked in their ranks. The appropriate response would be to mobilize a counterforce of similar quality.

Usually, that's how they proceeded, but the fierce Great General shook her head, her arms crossed in a stoic demeanor.