Short Writing: Battle

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The young soldier took a long look at the imposing army before him. He was on the third line of battle, and it was his first. He knew that when he saw this battle, it could be his last. He was scared. None of the others in his squad were as knew as he. They had all seen at least one battle in their lives.
As he took one last look, the order came down to begin marching forward. When they came within one-hundred paces of the enemy, arrows began to rain down on the lines from deep in the enemy force. The entire army counted on the cavalry making it back to the archers. Without that support, they would all die. He surprised himself by walking slowly and calmly at the enemy lines.
The order came to draw swords and he knew that there was no backing out now. He drew out his longsword and held it steadily in front of him. This was what he had been trained for. He steeled himself against fear and formed the Calmness inside of himself. He was completely calm, outward and inward.
The order came to charge and a loud battle cry erupted from around him. He jonied in the cry, his voice croaking once at the beginning, his feet pulling him along as they moved out of instinct. He reached the line and he hoped his brother was okay as he broke into the enemy lines with a wordless snarl, slashing at anyone he could reach.
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The young man drew out an arrow and nocked it as the order arrived. He drew his bowstring to his cheek and waited for the order to release. His, and all of the other bows in the squad of archers, were the tallest to be found anywhere. He did not care to die, only hoped that he could save his family from a death ten times worse than the one that he would face.
The order came and he relesed. He did not watch his arrow fall, but nocked another and drew it too his cheek also. "Fire at will" was shouted down the lines, and he released, drawing and loosing as fast as he could. Several servants rushed along the lines, putting new stacks of arrows at the feet of every archer who they saw. He loosed the last of his first stack, and as he bent to get another, a shout came from his left. He looked quickly and saw enemy cavalry bursting out of the treeline.
Nocking another arrow, he shot at one of the men on a horse and saw it hit, picking out another from his pile, and shooting at another horseman. He continued these motions until none of the cavalry were left and he turned, firing back into the enemy army in the same motions as he had been. He turned to his right just in time to see another group of cavalry burst from the large copse of trees there. His last thought before a lance took him through the middle was of his childhood, playing tag with his brother. A small smile took him as he died in a puddle of his own blood.
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The swordsman drew his sword from an enemy body, swinging at another on his right as the man took one of his friends through the middle. He continued slashing deep into the enemy lines, cutting hard through them and coming through uninjured. He took a moment for a breath and noticed that there were none of the enemy left but a single officer and his escort fleeing. The swordsman ran hard after them. He was prided as the fastest runner in his home village and had been known to run down horses. He chased these until he caught the back of the escort. He sliced a gash in the running horses flanks and it dropped. The rider on the horse fell with it and he could hear the crunch of broken bones. The horses were tiring and as they slowed, he didn't. He caught them quickly and sliced through several of the horses. He reached the officer as the man drew his sword, already dismounted. His horse fell over from running so hard. In the calmness, the young soldier felt his chest heaving and knew that if he didn't calm himself, he would over-exert his lungs. He ran at the officer and took the man through the face as the man's own blade took him in the chest. His last thought as his heart stopped was of he and his brother playing tag at their home as children.
 

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___________GREAT_________JOB___________
You are truelt great at capturing not only the ways of war, but also the losses of friends and familey at war.I like the way you love and hate the young man.Very unique.Bravo!
 

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I like it. Could have been a tad more descriptive, but since you're trying to capture the 'short' story, it's really good!
 

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