ChocoboDundee

Harsh winds hurled stinging sleet against the battered soldiers and militiamen.  It was as if the night itself was trying to devour them, biting down with its icy fangs, leaving them nearly blind and frozen.  Why are they even attempting this?  They'll all be killed before any reach the other side, much less when they encounter armed soldiers.  But still the men followed their general. The last of the boats were loaded, and set off in the ice laden river.  Jagged blocks, bash against the soldiers' only means of safety. threatening to plunge them into a swift death.  But still the men followed their general. Miraculously, against all odds, w