Perspective from the Battlefield

The field lay before us with the face to the side. As we did, they stood in two rows – that army across the way. 

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How are you?

Their cavalry came swift, jumping between the slabs and high over their infantry. 

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I’ve certainly been better, you?

Our soldiers stood firm, keeping their formation as ordered. One after the other, we advanced with our god to guide us. We struck down our foes.

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Fine. What’s up?

The noise rang out over the battlefield as we each moved closer to the centre. Their defences were strong, our men were stronger. Two on the left, three to the right as the alabaster tyrant sent forth his holy men.

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They were fast felled. Their bodies were collected, removed, piled with those we, too, had lost. Each one was gathered beside the face. 

Time was short. 

Gotta go to the hospital after this.

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Again?

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We had lost so many. Our structures crumbled. Our cavalry devastated. Our soldiers scattered, trapped by their blockade. They, too, lay in ruins. From the emptying field, their heroine emerged. It was their final push. They advanced once more across the fields, there was little we could do.

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No orders came. We were left frozen. Our god had abandoned us. 

Yeah, but couldn’t miss this. Check Mate.