Astrid sat upon her mount, Charger, viewing the chaos that was spreading quickly around her. Not long after departing that gods damned village, her forces had come under ambush. An arrow flashed past her face, and instinctively she raised her shield arm, as two more thudded into the legion emblem emblazed shield. Where the hell was 2nd platoon, she thought, seeing an enraged orc charging her, impaling himself upon her lance as she quickly tipped it downward in his path. Letting the now lodged lance fall to the ground, she quickly pulled a spear from the front of Charger’s saddle before pushing the war mount into a heavy trot.
Around her was the pure adrenaline surging image of combat. Blood soaked into the mud, as orc bodies were being trampled into the soft wet ground. Luckily, from her count, most of the bodies that were laying in the crimson mud were orcs, and very few of her legionnaires. Hoplite Ral had fallen at the beginning of combat, as an unexpected arrow had found his neck. Draste and Will, shortly after doing the initial moments of chaos, but her soldiers were well trained, and quickly formed skirmish lines to ward of the rest the ambushing orcs. The rest had been a quick decisive counter-attack, as her more mobile mounted units quickly turned the ambush back on the orcs. That was, until the second and third waves of orcs came marching over the northern and eastern hills.
Dryvis Valley all over again, she cursed, shirking off a glancing blow to her shoulder, the arrow careening off into the tree line. Except this time she was in charge. Pushing her steed into a full gallop, she turned towards where she saw Lt. Jeck rallying his men. As she rode up, she raised her voice, to over-power the constant sound of battle, steel upon steel and flesh. “Lt. Jeck, Take 1st Platoon, Provide cover for a retreat. We will fall back to the village and set up defenses there, once 2nd and 4th platoon, are out of the skirmish, don’t waste time, turn and run towards the village.” She said, breathing hard, the smell of blood thick in the air. “And where the hell is 3rd Platoon. I’ll skin Lt. Hepron alive if he led them astray.”
The wiry Lt. Jeck looked at Captain Firstborn, a dismayed expression on his face. “Hepron is dead, Captain. Spear took down his horse, and the Orcs just piled on him. 3rd Platoon broke apart, but I believe Hoplite Sergeant Rias, got them re-organized and has begun performing harassing maneuvers on the orcs flanks.”
Her eyes scanned, trying to see behind the massive orc force, where she caught glimpses of legion cavalry performing short charges on the orcs before disengaging. Perfect, that young man would get medals for this, she thought, as she guided her horse towards the rear of her forces. Coming upon a well guarded copse of trees, she spotted Hakrum Oviel, casually flinging bolts of liquid fire towards the orcs. As she approached, he looked up lazily, before realizing who approached, his posture immediately going straight. She looked at the Legion Mage before speaking. “Send a message to Hoplite Sergeant Rias, tell him we are retreating. 1st platoon will perform disengage blocking maneuvers to the front of the orc column, while he continues harassing the rear of their ranks. Hopefully he can cause more of them to turn around and try and come after him. Once 2nd and 4th platoon are fully disengaged and retreated, 1st platoon will do a full disengage, at which point, he is to disengage and, with all haste, head toward Freedmont’s Peace.”
The mage, reaching into his bag, pulled forth many items. Holding them in his cupped hands, he chanted directly into them, before relaying her orders exactly. Gods be damned, magic was useful when it wasn’t catching you on fire, or blasting you with cold. Astrid, looked at the mage once more, her face set as in stone. “Sound the retreat!”
A magical crimson flare flashed into the air and her forces started going about the business of surviving. Astrid looked solemnly into the forest. After this attack, she knew that she had probably sent Jerrick and his group of adventurers to their deaths. But, maybe not. Jerrick was always a gods damn stubborn son of a whore! “Luck be with you, Legionnaire” She muttered, as she turned to lead her people to safety.