THE BIRTH OF WAR.

Drums Of Phokus.

The Army of Argos got close to that of their opponents, the army of Phokus and the men were feeling confident indeed. Their king was correct and that they have, indeed, fought againts and won againts this men before and they had beaten them before and not just once, but managing to beat them multiple times again and again over the years of the two cities fighting againts one another. As the army approached the archers on the command of the King of Argos stepped forward and advanced ahead of the advancing infantry lines and there they let loose a volley of bronze Arrows directly at their opponents.
While not getting close to the fighting themselves, the Archers layed down a storm of bronze Arrows to kill, wound or otherwise merely engage the enemy at range.

"Arrows! Shields up!" shouted one of the Phokus soldiers and as the Arrows came down, the men managed to raise their shields just in time before the Arrows hit, saving the lives of most of the soldiers.

Yet to spite this, small groups of soldiers were still hit when they failed to react in time and as a result, were all cut down or otherwise wounded in their dozens, than a dozen more men fell and there were even a few soldiers who were hit, either wounded or killed because of a lucky shot managing to get past the wall of shields.

"Archers, at the ready! Target the infantry and enemy archers!" yelled out a commander.

Than the archers of Phokus let out a storm of their own, targeting the advancing infantry as well as the enemy archers to the best of their abilities.

As the first 3 volleys came down upon the advancing enemy lines, the first 2 managed to hit and kill many enemy soldiers and wounding many others by hitting them in the eyes, feet or even the legs.

Even as the warriors of Argos raised their shields in defence, they nonetheless sustained a withering storm of Arrows as they got closer and closer, until they reached the middle of the battlefield.
Sustaining casualties along the way, yet the King of Argos remained confident in his abilities and the experience of his men.

Watching the battlefield from atop his very own war chariot at the rear, he raised his hand and said
"Signal the charge." with a calm yet, serious voice.

With that, one of the King's bodyguards came forth with a large trumpet and he blew it, letting loose a loud sound that the whole army could hear it and as they did, the men let out a war cry and charged headlong againts the soldiers of Phokus.

Than a fierce melee occurred, as both lines clashed.

As the shield wall collided with the charging mass of Veteran Argos infantry, the Mercenaries in the employ of Argos stayed back and were held in reserve by the king. However the fighting was extremely brutal.
Spears struck like viper heads and all manner of weapons were being in to devastating effect as the army of Phokus were starting to take casualties and yet, they managed to keep themselves cohesive and then managed to hold their own againts the initial charge.

When the momentum had stopped, the Phokus soldiers began fighting back and both sides were engaged in bitter Melee combat, where both sides sustained significant casualties both in dead and in wounded men.

From high atop their positions, Aurelian, Khars and Foster could see the progress with a bird's eye view of the battlefield.

Foster than commented saying
"That line looks as though it thinner than it is wider... The center of the Phokus army even more so, they seem to have placed all their reserves either to the back or placed them over to the wings. But why?"

Hyperion however smiled and replied to Foster
"It's not a race friend Foster, they are in a fight to the death. The keys to winning are tactics and strategy, the right placement of troops, exploitation of the environment."