Metallic boots squelched in the mud one after the other. With every step, the softened ground dragged their feet down and did its best to keep a hold of their soles, or simply refused to offer any stable ground to walk on.
Mud and water splashed, staining the fanciful and once freshly polished greaves of the knightly soldiers as they marched in formation.
It was raining.
This rain was especially bad, pouring down like the heavens themselves were weeping for every life lost, their vision obscured by the heavy droplets dripping across their visors. It was almost impossible to hear themselves think through the constant rattling and banging of every droplet against their helmets. The sound reverberating around in their skull and sounding like an entire herd of horses, rhinos and elephants was stampeding across the surface of their helmets every second.
