Captain William Stone sat atop his horse, surveying the battlefield with a critical eye. He was a veteran of many wars, and his experience showed in the way he calmly directed his troops from the relative safety of his horse.

The ranged unit he was directing consisted of orphans who had been taken in by the army and raised as soldiers. They had lived difficult lives, but they were fiercely loyal to the army and to Captain Stone who they saw as a father.

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Captain Stone was a charismatic leader, and his troops trusted him implicitly. Despite his lack of direct involvement in the fighting, he was still in control of the battle, his voice ringing out over the din of combat as he issued commands and directed his troops to where they were needed most.

As he watched the battle unfold, Captain Stone felt a sense of pride in the young soldiers under his command. They had been through so much, and yet they were still fighting, still determined to win the war. He couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for their safety, and he made a silent vow to himself to keep them as safe as possible.

Despite the chaos of battle, Captain Stone remained cool and collected, directing his troops with a steady hand. The war may have been raging all around him, but he was determined to emerge from it victorious.