"The hillmen crashed into our wall of shields yet again, swinging their axes, long bladed knifes and clubs at us. Though our line held. The shields fended of most blows, and the occasional attack that got through, was deflected properly by our armour. The attack was past its height, we noticed it. They sent forth all men, no reserves were used to try and create a gap with some extra pressure. Then their horn sounded to retreat. And that was our moment...."
"A single elven horn sounded through the woods, to sign the attack. The shield bearers pushed forward all at the same time, shoving the hillmen away from them. That was what we needed. Without any words or battlecries, my twenty chosen and I ran past the spearmen and shield bearers, crushing into the enemy with our large two handed blades. This was not what they expected. They already realised this would not be an easy victory for them, but an attack they never expected... Our Elven steel cut through their fur as if they were wearing nothing at all. On top of that, the rest of my men suddenly charged forward after Arodlach's command. Duo's of a spearman and a shieldbearer rushed forward, protecting each other and delivering equally devastating blows as my chosen ones..."
"The enemy captains tried to organise a counter attack, but alas for them, that was to no avail. They were too shocked, they froze where they stood! As did our scouts, really... Hah, now they knew what we of the Eldar are capable of! I still see that plain stupid expression on the scout captain's face, seeing the slaughter we brought upon our enemy."
"The fight itself was over before it properly began... To me, it even seemed like only a couple of heartbeats! But that may well be the rush of battle... Even though we destroyed hem utterly, we could not remain where we stood. This was not a scouting group. This was a small army. And we had to get back to our host as well. I ordered my warriors to leave nothing behind, apart from the bodies of our enemies. It would serve as a good warning to all enemies seeing this slaughtering. Though our dead would not be left behind to be eaten by crows or vermin. Not even an hour passed after the fight, before we marched again, now in the direction of our host."
"That was the first contact we had with our enemy, the first blood spilled in the oncoming battle. A battle that'd cost a great deal more than the few we lost now. But that was a worry for later. My first task was to get my warriors back safely, and that I did..."
