"Long Live the Marathas," roared Devendra as he charged out of the Fort.
The battlefield was filled with chaos. The soldiers hacked each other to death with all their might. The Marathas were fighting like madmen. Each soldier was dealing with 3 Mughals soldiers.
The invaders that saw this froze in fear.
The Marathas didn't bat an eye when they lost their limbs, eyes, or heads. They swung their swords endlessly, killing as many Mughals as possible.
"We will protect our lands!" They roared as they marched and pushed the Mughals from the fort.
Panic spread across the ranks of the enemy as the king took charge of the Marathas.
The Mughals soldiers had no other choice but to back away from the fort. The soldiers on the other sides of the Walls began to regroup towards the main chunk of the army.
They began to reinforce the shielded infantry, taking on the pressure mounting from the relentless Marathas.