A King Who Refused to Break
The mans cloak snapped against the wind like a flag that says he is not afraid. He stood firmly with his boots in the burned ground his voice cutting through all the noise:
Fall back to the line. Do not run away, from the line. I said we must stand firm. We have to stand firm on the line. The line is where we need to be and we must stand firm there.
The soldiers did what they were told they backed away with an steady pace like they had practiced it many times before. The magic barriers lit up in front of the balls of green fire flashes of light shot out across the air that was full of smoke making the battlefield look really bright for a few seconds. Aurelian was breathing hard sweat was running down his face and his hands were moving quickly between casting spells and putting up shields. He was doing everything right. Aurelian was, like a king standing by himself in a big storm that was trying to overwhelm him.
