Many, actually… but only one truly deserving of the title.

In a certain valley, atop a certain hillside rests a small camp of soldiers. A troop large enough to be called a garrison but too small to carry the label of army. The tents were few in numbers but made up for it with the size, each one able to fit 10 men comfortably.

Embers drifted from the few fires scattered throughout the camp, yet oddly, no soul shared their warmth. The camp seemed eerily empty.

The only signs of life could be found on the outskirts of the camp, where two small groups of men stand on opposite sides of the bumpy hills. These men had been in that same position throughout the earliest hours of the morning. They could easily be mistaken for statues, standing …show more content…
As they let out another war cry and prepared to advance, a bang echoed through the valley. In mere seconds the once serene forest was turned into a raging inferno. Tormented screams of the men at the back of the horde engulfed the air, alongside the blood-like smoke that formed from the red trees now fallen and charred.

The horde only had one direction to run, up the hillside. This was a bad idea, even they knew that, but they still had the numbers. They still had one advantage and they had one desire, surround and slaughter the soldiers who used such petty tactics. They were out for blood.

When the horde of barbarian charged, the soldiers in black once again moved in perfect unison. After a booming command from the mysterious man, the soldiers in the first two rows took a large step to the side and the back two rows filled their place. They spread themselves thin to lower the chance of being surrounded.

The spears of the second row overreached the shields of the fist just as the horde made contact. The charge was greatly reduced by the incline, but ferocity still drove the horde. The barbarians were met with a wall of shields and spears, which waved and morphed from the impact of no less than a thousand