Budapest 1254 continued
The fury on Arnold face caused sheer terror in most. His captains and Sigismund seem to be the only one's able to walk and talk without being frozen in horror by his presence. By contrast Grom the Berserker and the Dread Knight Bane seemed oblivious to it all and casually spoke about the coming battle.
“That effeminate, wine swilling piece of crap Hans has said the last words he ever will to me!!!
By god I'm going to take his challenge one step further. I want BOTH Hungarian armies destroyed today!!”
The startled look on his captains faces was clear to see.
“But my lord that is madness!”; said one of the younger captains
Arnold turned on the newly appointed man, his eyes rimmed red from lack of sleep.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY!!”
The Berserker Grom laid his huge hand on the young Captains shoulder and removed him Arnold view with his huge frame. Arnold walk up to the Berserker's chest and tilted his head to speak with him as his eyes only reached his throat.
“Grom, stand aside.” said Arnold quietly.
Grom's answer was a simple shake of his massive head in disagreement.
By now everyone in the Command tent was watching the unfolding scene in silence.
“GROM, I SAID MOVE!!”
The giant berserker did move.
Bane moved up beside the young Duke. His hallow voice cutting through the tension.
“My Lord, let him be, you have preparation to attend to if you wish to attack two armies in one day.”
Nobody moved as Arnold considered the words spoken by the Dread Knight. Moments passed, the air in the tent became oppressive with the silence.
The Dread Knight placed his hand on the Duke shoulder, gently guiding him towards the map placed on the Command tents main table.
The tension visibly eased as Arnold began barking orders about the coming battle.
The Situation:
Set up:
Arnold and Sigismund on the right flank:
The Hungarians press the advantage:
The tide turns:
Reinforcement arrive:
Victory:
Stats:
What do you think the Dread Duke does?
Arnold fulfills his ambition to make his father proud:
That evening:
The situation:
The night brings no cover from the artillery:
The battle lines meet:
It's over before it begins:
Victory:
Confirmed:
Stats:
Money over Dread...not likely:
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