Rhyssa waves her spear in the air, laughing in excitement; her blood boils like she was anticipating the battle.
The hard part in a battle was to decide whether to battle or not.
Once that is decided, all you can do, is move with the flow of the battle and if you can, enjoy the battle.
At least that is Rhyssa thought every time she enters a battle.
Her laugh sound like the mockery of the Goddess of War to the enemies while her allies felt excited and calm.
Especially when her troops saw how easily Rhyssa wielded the spear. The spear weight one hundred kilogram, and was so sharp that it cuts irons like strips of paper.
The rebels were a hundred thousand troops while Rhyssa possess only fifty thousand troops who answer her call.
But Rhyssa already decided to do battle
If she did not, Dorsea would probably suffers the same fate as those other villages, to be razed through the ground.