After some trepidation no doubt caused by the exaggerations of the survivors of Arse, the reserve army surrounded the city in mid-January. When the last of the surrounding farmers and villagers were safely within the city, Triptolemos was approached by one of his local informants. He had grave news: this army was smaller than the last, but far, far stronger.
Arse had reached its darkest moment of despair...
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Do you have any idea what all those swordsmen are going to do to my light spearmen?!?!
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