Agala froze for a moment as the enemy warriors charged at his troops. The attackers weren't organised and the charge looked like a last ditch desperate attempt. But they had the numbers to overwhelm his troops. His men barely had time to get into formation before the attackers reached them and both sides clashed. It was brief and bloody.
'Hold your ground!', Agala yelled as he slashed through the neck of an enemy and blocked a spear lunge with his shield. His right arm was bleeding, having been gored with the blade of a spear. Men...