The sun gradually sank in the west. Henry stood in an arrow tower on the wall, looking down at the Shield Carriers destroyed by the Crossbow Mechanisms and the bodies outside the city, and nodded in satisfaction.
'To him, this is just a training exercise. Otherwise, he would have just thrown on his armor, charged out, and slaughtered them all.'
'He just had to be careful with his face. The helmet granted by Khorne had no Face Armor, and a direct hit could mean instant death.'
'Even if he rigged up a makeshift guard, it would be useless. Concentrated fire from arrows and Javelins could easily shatter any Face Armor. The rule about not killing nobles only applied after they were captured. On the battlefield, death was simply death.'
As the last rays of the setting sun bathed the walls, the Skilled Infantry began to clear the battlefield.
Corpses were carefully dragged away from the wall, and soldiers meticulously stripped the armor and clothing from the dead.
