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Anhelm watched as the archers pulled their bows taut, his grey eyes scanning the ranks with pride. "Ready...ready..."
He watched as a young soldier stood straight, the muscles in his arms tensing and sweat trickling down his face. Anhelm followed his eyeline to the advancing ranks of the Haradrim. They moved in like locusts...
"...But they'll move out in caskets," Anhelm murmured, a fire in his eyes. Astalder looked concerned, but Anhelm paid him no mind. This was his moment for glory.
"They will break like the ocean on the walls of the settlement!" he cried. "They will break the walls, expect that now. We did not have the time to prepare our settlement for this! Not our buildings. But we are prepared! Every footsoldier, every archer, every cavelryman here is ready for this battle. We were born to fight in this war!"
"Captain..." Astalder said quietly, but again Anhelm ignored him.
"We were born to fight this!" Anhelm repeated. "They will break like waves upon us, and then we shall--"
"Captain!" Anhelm turned irritably to Astalder, but his anger faded when he saw how close now the Haradrim were.
"Archers, ready! Ready!...Fire!"
The battle had begun in earnest.
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