No Man's Tale

Sol

Sol had a dream. He knew that one day, an empire would rise, or at least that's what their village chief had told them. Ever since they had the suspicion, their training got heavier and heavier. Today, they were supposed to eliminate a nearby enemy tribe. Sol had gone on many different assaults, so this would be easy. The fully grown trees that lined the river were soon to fall, since autumn was just around the corner. The river snaked around the tribe's village, so attacking enemies would have a pretty hard time. The river was shallow, so they were able to rig some traps. Some parts weren't trapped, which is where they walked whenever they went outside the village. The traps were simple, such as spikes and stones that would spew up and wrap the victim on a net. The sun was sinking, which meant their attack was soon to take place.
Later that night, the warriors arranged themselves. Each one had a cow skin shield and a long spear, but Sol, had a different set. He had a bigger shield and a hammer instead of spears. None of them wore armor since they were trained to dodge and block with the shield. Sol, was the commander, so he was in charge of leading the army to victory.
Their ambush started. Several tents were circled around the middle of a small open area. Sol arranged the group.
"Attack the houses" he said "Throw the bottles first" A few hours ago, their tribe caught bees, which they placed on a jar. Once thrown, the bees would fly out and attack whoever was near. "If their warriors get ready, begin bullhorn formation". The bullhorn formation was a special formation he made. It was designed to take over any army on foot.
5 men ran forward and threw jars inside the windows of several houses, including the leader's house. Now, these bees were different, they were very dangerous bees, where one sting would kill you, though, like other bees, they would die once their butts would poke the victim. Soon, the quiet peaceful night, turned into screams of horror. Some people fled, but fell on the ground and didn't stand anymore. The enemy warriors started forming outside, each carrying a set of swords. "Rakata!" Sol shouted. Then, they all went to the clearing. They circled the enemies and held up their shields and crouched. Whenever someone got close, they were stabbed in the chest and fell on the ground. Behind the death circle, a few archers shot volleys of arrows, which, immediately ended the battle. The warriors of the Pomalia tribe went back victorious.