by Doc 42 » Sun Dec 18, 2011 10:47 pm
Blazed Blood sat in his saddle, watching the road with the rest of his command party. The camp of the main force was pitched next to the road, with about a quarter of the total army milling about their daily tasks within. The rest of the army was dotted around the volley. The main infantry were separated into two groups, and had taken cover in the rocky ledges over looking the road. Skirmishers were lower down in the valley, hidden in the grass and bushes, and a unit of Sand Runners waited with the command party in the woods on the east slope of the valley. The camp would give the impression of the army resting, unaware as to what was coming. Blazed Blood was hoping that once the human scouts reported the camp, that their commander would rush to take advantage of the situation before fully assessing it. There was one more factor in his favour. He'd sent his berserkers into a villagers 3 kilometres down the road. Everyone who hadn't already fled was executed, the livestock was slaughtered, and the houses and crops burnt. The humans would have to travel through the devastation to reach them. The sight of their slain kinsmen was sure to raise tempers and send them into a rage, clouding their better judgement.
He didn't want an open battle with the humans. As confident as he was in his army's equipment and discipline, the humans and their war beasts were huge. If they were to strike with enough force, he feared they would break his army before he could properly pin them. The human charge would be immense, which is why the tents in the valley were filled with wooden barriers and contraptions. Modified wagons essentially, with mountings for spears and slots for crossbows to fire through. They would use the barriers to block and funnel the humans into a single area, where their superior speed counted for nothing, and where their own size was a hindrance.

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