The attack was over in seconds; and that felt weird.
Had the enemy regret it?
Surely something happened that made the thousands of enemy soldiers stay their hand.
He rolled on his back and tried to stand but he couldn't. An agonizing pain came from his bruised ribs, so he just sat.
His vision was still blurry from the impact of the explosions but he still managed to take a look at his surroundings. Near him stones were scattered all over and the wooden battlements were missing.
What a brief but brutal attack that was. The Pigheads, as he nicknamed them, weren't playing.
As his vision returned he could see someone in the King's Tower, waving something at the battlefield. And the battlefront answered with a cry.
A sudden sadness took him as he realized that his King had just been decapitated
