The trail of men horses and wagons stretched back for miles through the long cut. They had learned what they needed from Uno and Raal was pleased to be heading south. Heading home. Then a shiver seemed to run along the length of the soldiers and following it came the first cries of battle.
Raal was mid column and it wasn't long before him and his men were surrounded by the main fist of beasts, they swung axes and swords and there was a minute, a brief minute when he thought they could fight back they could turn the monsters back towards the blight. Then a giant ice sickle punched through the eye of the soldier next to him and he listened to the sound as it shattered against the inside of the skull and kept smashing through until red slush poured out of his eyes, mouth nose and ears. Then Raal called the retreat and he did fight but not to win, no they fought just to live now, to escape. The dreadlord and his fist was relentless and most did not win the fight for survival.
(OOC Still looking for all available children and recruits to join me today for further adventuring!!!)