"Charge ahead, men!" Senior Ghatotkacha roared like a lion and swung his talwar in the air.
"Slay the enemy," the men behind him shouted back, raising their weapons, and sprung forward like fire.
The skirmish had already begun not twenty hoofbeats away, between the Mayali forces and the small Rakhtaprasthan squad. The war elephants were armored in embellished metallic caparison from front to behind, which shielded them from the arrows flying up from the foot archers. The massive animals angered by the attack stomped into the smaller Rakhtaprasthan troops. The group of hundred men with their bows and pikes and swords looked too small, ready to be swallowed by the bigger Mayali force, with their elephants and well-armed infantry and mounted troops.