The battle had been ferocious. It had started out well enough, and Hannon and his comrades were advancing on both the centre and the right. Then suddenly the Rathians let loose with catapults, and barrels of melted tar crashed down upon the advancing men. Some were killed outright, but before anyone could truly react, a rain of flaming arrows showered down from the battlements. Hannon could vaguely remember men running about in flame and the total disarray of his once great legion.
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