not a waver

There was not a waver that swept through their ranks for they had already prayed and given thanks to each of the gods that they'd known since birth – instead they just waited in silence and mirth. Then there came the signal and up they all sprang, a deep-throated cry was what most of them sang as they charged tore slashed at their most-hated foes while followed by many a murder of crows. A handful among them did perish that day but not before making the intruders pay for taking and raping western Pyltagrad (our boys sent those vermin to meet their foul god). So off with your head-wear and make not a sound for we are remembering, here on this ground, the sacrifice, honor, and valiant stand of brave and bright warriors who died for this land.

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