Midwinter Town: A Novella
Bodies start to make a wall.
“There is no use,” one of the commanders shouts.
“Forward! They don’t have unlimited arrows like the elves,” Yoritomo shouts.
The smell death hung in the air. A group of riders waited on the other side.
Lord Inosuke swallowed, at the very sight of the upcoming battle. He moved to the left. His horse, like his rider, was nervous. The horse moved to the right. His face had a shade of pale. He stood up, looked at the battlefield. The terrain was useless for their strategy. They must think something new. What else could they do?