Prime Draco

Upon that fateful spring morn, adversity loomed large. As the sun traced its arc across the heavens, the tide of enemy reinforcements surged, particularly menacing upon the accursed right flank. A pitched battle raged for dominion over the narrow ford, gateway to the river and linchpin of the battlefield. The valiant spearmen, entrenched there, endured grievous losses under relentless enemy assaults, yet they stood resolute, repeatedly closing ranks to defy the voracious ambitions of their foes.