By now, the crowd had hardened itself. They had already begun preparations for battle, and there was no reversing that decision now. The children had been sent away. The families watched them go, their expressions mixed. Some with fiery looks, like men truly ready for battle, while others looked even lonelier and more unsure than they had just minutes before.
"There's no time," Greeves barked at them. "I can see ya all trying to sort your minds out for this, but damn it, there's no time. We aren't soldiers. There's never going to be a right time for us. The sooner we get moving the better."
They could hear cries from the battlefield even as Greeves spoke. It was a terribly uninviting prospect to run into that. In towards that sea of ever-expanding flames, and that hell pit of desperate cries.
Nila shared Greeves' urgency. If they arrived and the soldiers had already fallen, if Beam had already fallen... Then it would all have been for nought.
A quick look at the crowd, and it was obvious that they weren't ready. They weren't a single unit, they never would be. They were a disorganized mob with half-arsed intentions. Some held their weapons, their tools and axes, with a keenness, others let them dangle from their wrists limply, as they stood by their wives.
But there could be no more waiting. Neither Nila nor Greeves were capable of turning common villagers into a war band. All they could do was urge them to fight, urge them to struggle, and urge them not to give up until the very end.
It was the women that caused the most doubt now. Perhaps the men would have been more eager to follow if they knew that both their women and their children were safe. But there had been no room for such luxuries.
Greeves turned around, trusting that if he started to move, then the rest would follow. He did well to put up a calm front, but he could not deny the pounding of his heart, or the sweat that coated his back.
Finally, Nila turned on her heel to hurry towards the head of the party at a jog, her bow slung over her shoulder, ready to be drawn should the moment arise.
She was not want to see it, but her tiny figure at the head of the war band had ample effect. Many of the villagers recalled seeing that shock of red hair barrelling around the village in her younger years, causing trouble. It was hard to miss her. Discover hidden stories at m,v l'e-NovelFire
And now, as small as she still was, she was ready to lay down her life like the rest of them, to protect what was important to her. No, she was even quicker to do it than them. She'd believed in something from the start, even before they did.
They'd labelled it the naivety of youth, as they struggled to whip up their own fighting spirit, but now as they shifted forward, it was hard not to wonder if it was something else.
That tiny little back became an innocent beacon of light for them. The same voice that had stirred them into a frenzy, despite her weakness, it became a symbol for their cause. That there was the back that they needed to protect. A back the same size as their children's.
Greeves picked up the pace to a jog. He was not a fit man, that much was evident. As soon as he allowed his feet to pick up the pace, he felt his legs ache, and his lungs began to grow panicked. Years of lacking physical activity had left him in such a state, but he could not complain. The adrenaline was thumping through his blood.
From the front, there was the oppressive force of battle, that which not only drove him backwards, away from it, but also downwards, into the earth, as though trying to get him to dig his own grave, before the cruelties of war delivered it to him anyway.
But now there was an army at his back. He did not even have to look, for he could hear it, and he could feel it.