Peter POV

Nerves can be felt all throughout the field, sweat can be seen screams and cries. Medics patching up those who have been hit by the arrows and looking back upfront was our general whose name was Arthur.

He looked to be in his late 20s and had slick back golden hair with a goatee, from where I stood, he had a lean built with luxurious armor. I knew he was of noble birth, but I had no clue which house. It seems he was about done talking to captain Tristan and turned toward us.

But his soon to be speech was halted when arrows came flying in once more, and once again we went down for cover.

Looking over to Jim and Alexander they both looked alright

Since they arrived, I've been grateful to see them well, Alexander has always had curiosity in his eyes no matter what and today was no different. Jim was always wild and he had a burning ambition from where he was laid down.

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Arrows have stopped and screams didn't, our own archers seemed to struggle from upon the wall, from what's going on I suspect the rebels have a wall of shields to protect their own archers and they fire upon us all simultaneously.

Halted by my thinking the gates suddenly open and outran our commander and captain first, I supposed they wanted to take advantage of the small opening we had,

And so, I locked eyes with Jim and Alexander, the three of us giving each other a stern nod as our group was off running out.

Once out of the gates it was just chaos, battles all around us arrows flying and horses running by. Metals cling and scream.

I had my eye out for the man who slashed my eye, from the armor he wore I assumed he was noble, but we low born could care less.

A soldier ran up to me as if thinking he could end me with just a swing of a sword, swiftly I dodge and immediately struck him in his organs, blood came out of his mouth and soon he was down on his knees.

I turned and found my two friends in their own battles, Jim looking like a sort of berserk and Alexander dueling with calm and coolness.

And in that moment, I saw the same armor of the man who slashed me swoosh by on a horse just behind Alexander and ran straight into a group of my fellow soldiers.

And so off I was chasing him