The first scream echoed through the forest as steel clashed against steel.
The battle exploded the moment the James warriors pushed past the forest. Their tight formations unraveled among the roots and uneven ground. Shields were snagged on the low branches, and boots slipped in the soil, still moist from the morning mist. The Osborns, no longer retreating, pivoted and struck back with a sudden, fierce determination.
The sound of blades clashing echoed through the morning air, bright flashes illuminating the underbrush, while the cries of men merged with the forest's own deep groans. Heavy smoke clouds ascended from the blown-up talismans, swirling around the tree trunks and masking any activity.
The hidden Osborn formations glowed softly, with runes flickering to life on the bark as the sigils activated.
Spears of light lashed out, catching the forefront of the James clan off guard and tearing their ranks apart.
