Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160322224717/@comment-24696651-20160526143318

(*sighs in mild disapproval*)

23rd of Sun's Dawn

Heartwood's forces were starting to wear thin. They had sustained many casualties, and it was getting to the point where they would no longer be able to maintain the rear shieldwall defending them from archers. The infantry tried to push forward whilst maintaining formation, in an attempt to force their enemy back and give them even less room to fight.

The infantry were initially suprised, suffering a few initial casualties, but managed to pull back quickly enough to avoid too many dying. Cynric saw what was going on, and before the warriors at the enemy could move away from their defensive position at the choke point, he cast as many frenzy spells as he could, about six or so, burning through most of his magicka. He sprayed flames at the faces of the opposition with what little magicka he had left, then ordered the infantry to move forward again, this time in formation, trying to exploit the inevitable disruption in the enemy's formations.