The Darkest of Nights - Part 11

That was the Stormfront soldier's turn to show their terror. Seeing fear in the eyes of the enemy, they attacked with renewed strength. They were accustomed to this kind of battle, the kind with traps and trickery. With explosives and fire claiming more lives than sword and spear. This was the type of war that they had learned on the eastern front, where technologies were developed near daily, all for the purpose of seeing their enemies dead.

The Yarmdon men fell easier now. Beam wasn't sure whether it was because they'd grown weaker in their own fear, or whether the Stormfront men had grown stronger for it. All he knew was that morale was soaring. The men gave out mighty bellows that even matched the Yarmdon's own, as they began to advance forward with their spears, pushing the Yarmdon back towards the flaming trenching.