The Huge Lead

The number has not changed in thirteen days.
Across the field beneath the Harrow Line, an Ansarite army waits. The Ushmani are outnumbered, the harvest is coming, and their commanders have finally found a plan that might break the deadlock.
The plan is sound.
The skimmers will draw the griffins east. The horse, war elk, and Vurkhen will strike the weakened western flank. In the centre, the Huge Lead will hold.
There is only one problem.
The Vurkhen will not retreat.
Serrec Shemvar knows enough about armies to understand what that means. He also knows enough about people to understand that nobody is going to put it in the report.
Then the battle begins.
Thirteen hours of pikes, arrows, fire, beasts, exhaustion and men doing exactly what they were trained to do.
Above them, Sevaela Nessvar watches the field.
Somewhere among the ranks, a woman nobody remembers inviting is writing by a light nobody can see.
And afterward, when the dead are counted, the official record will contain almost everything that happened.
Almost.