The Great Battle of Mountain Beasts (4)
The center trolls, though seasoned and disciplined, were forced into a full retreat under the brutal onslaught. They staggered backward, barely able to hold their formation as the orcs drove deeper into their ranks. Blood sprayed across the battlefield, mixing with the dirt as orc blades struck with lethal precision. Trolls grunted and bellowed as they were cut down, their massive forms crumpling to the ground in heaps of armor and blood.
Yet, this retreat was not disorganized. The troll commander watched from his position, grim but unfazed. The center was designed to give way, to stretch the orc forces thin as they advanced too far forward. But the orcs were not playing into the troll's hand as expected. The orc commander had no intention of falling for the envelopment. He wasn't allowing his forces to be swallowed—he intended to rip the belly of the troll army apart before they could close the trap.