THE BIRTH OF WAR.

Slaughter On The Fields Of Phokus.

Slaughter.

Slaughter.

Slaughter.

That is all that can be described to what was happening now. As the army of Argos was sorrounded and cut off, they found themselves having to fight on all sides and againts seemingly uncountable mummers of Seiptii Phokus soldiers. All of whom pushed their advantage and they rushed in to fight and destroy the enemy before them.
War horns blared and battle cries were heard all around the battlefield as Phokus soldiers began rushing into the field, smashing ths frontlines with all their might and the weight of a shock attack to aid in that endeavour.

Initially, the King of Argos and his army did not even notice the incirclement until it was far too late to pull out.
Fighting men soon started to tire and than, they were panicking. As soon as they realised they were sorrounded the soldiers scrambled to try and break out however they could. But it was far too late.

By now, all the Argos army was sorrounded and trapped by the Phokus soldiers and Mercenary troops who were fighting on the flanks of the battlefields.

Initially, the soldiers attempted to fight back, not fully realising the gravity and severity of the situation at hand. Still believing they have the upper hand the Argos soldiers continued to fight on and attempted to push their enemies back, they than attempted to push forward to break what they thought to be an already severely weakened egeny and their confidence and morale sky rocketed 100 fold.

The King of Argos who had just slain 2 enemy warriors himself than said
"Right, all you men! Charge! Attack, attack!"

Upon hearing the commands of their king the men threw themselves at the enemy again, believing that this would be the final decisive assault that was needed to break the back of their enemies, the final strike that, if done correctly would lead to the death of thr enemy army before them and as a result, would end the battle right there and than.

However, as fate would soon demonstrate, not everything will be realised and it will soon be lost to oblivion in a world that is hardly even the age of ancients.

Suddenly, the Argos soldiers found themselves being assaulted from the front by the full force of the Phokus army. And it was not limited to just a frontal assault, but there were also massive attacks to their flanks and most concerning of all was that it was also to their rear, and at first they believed that this were mere surges, mere spoiling attacks to try and throw them off... However thr gravity of the situation would soon be revealed to them all.

The Phokus army was relentless and they pushed hard, fighting with all their might until they could see the terror within the enemy that they were facing this day.
The Argos soldiers now realised they were trapped and panic soon spread across the ranks. Some of the men attempted to fight back and push, while those in the rear attempted to fight their way out in a breakout attempt to lead the way for an escape.

However they attempts were made futile and it was made blindly obvious to them.

Phokus soldiers began to cut down dozens every minute that passed and yet more would just keep falling, slain by the Phokus soldiers.
However hundreads more were left mortally wounded and they, in the chaos they were stepped on and trampled to death by their own confused Comrades.

Seeing this, one of the soldiers ran towards the King of Argos, who was fighting close to his own men at the very front, trying to hold off a determined assault and there, the soldier said
"My liege! My liege, we must pull out, the enemy are in the flanks and they've cut us off from escape!"

Just than however, another messenger came forth and there he reported
"Our rear guard is crumbling! We cannot hold this place much longer, we need to pull back my King!"