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A triumphant roar went up
among the legionaries. Battle horns sounded. Both elements of the attack
moved forward again.
The catapults
began an incessant barrage. Under the protection of the siege machines,
the soldiers closed ranks. Behind them, legion archers prepared to fire.
To the south, ogres versed in the bow did the same.
Despite the
carnage caused by the catapults, the rebels continued to shoot their
arrows and toss spears down. Wherever they materialized, they came
under an onslaught.
A soldier
bearing the legion banner--a sinister red scorpion on a field of
brown--materialized near the base of Mer'hrej Dur, waving the flag for
all to see. The foot soldiers had reached the tower. Immediately,
trumpeters blared a new, high-pitched note. The catapults ceased their
fire, the crews turning them toward fresh targets.
Archers from
both forces pushed in, harrying any figures they spied among the rocks
and ruins
Like the
quickening of the warriors' hearts, the drums beat faster, insistently.
The battle horns cried louder. The lusty roars of minotaurs and ogres
alike filled the air.
Then, from
the very bowels of the earth itself, shouting rebels rose up and fell
upon the ogres' unprotected rear.
Bastion led.
The black minotaur dove into the battle. He sliced through the chest of
an ogre with his sword then buried the blade into the throat of another.
The shocking
turnabout left the ogres completely dazed. Their broken-tusked war
leader perished in the first seconds, a heavy axe buried in his chest.
Bastion slew the next who sought to assume command. The ogres fell into
disarray. Swiftly becoming a wild mob, they followed their most base
instincts and charged their attackers with no thought of working in
unison. They cracked skulls, leaving life fluids spilling on the hard
earth.
The rebels
eagerly met them in well-ordered battle lines. Under Bastion's command,
the front line formed a deadly row of spears. Behind the spears stood
more fighters with axes and swords who slipped between the protection of
the longer-reaching weapons to cut down other tusked warriors. The
rebels methodically advanced, forcing their opponents into a confused
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