Sahal Jai Azal
Dawn of Fire
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
It was all rather unfair. By this point the superiority in weapons, training and coordination doomed the Xioquo, In the words of one general “This was not war, it was murder.”
Still, whenever the Firemane troops had tried to call on the Xioquo to surrender they had launched suicidal kamikaze charges until all Xioquo were mown down without pity. By the time the Legionnaires joined the fray it was all over.
Bodies lay thick over the beach. Ships sunk or burned in the shallows and the cries of the wounded were heard.
Sahal watched over the scene with utter shock. Even more than the Mirza’s defeat, this concentrated carnage was stunning. In her world battles were usually tactical, with sides only suffering heavily in retreat, in which case they would be scattered over a large area. Cannons might tear a body to pieces, but every Firemane soldier carried a weapon which literally blew Xioquo apart.
She had contributed little, other than to throw a fireball and fire her flintlock pistol into the melee, but now she went to find Siobhan.
“You are hurt, Lady Mistress?” she asked cautiously when she found Siobhan. She felt most out of place.
It was all rather unfair. By this point the superiority in weapons, training and coordination doomed the Xioquo, In the words of one general “This was not war, it was murder.”
Still, whenever the Firemane troops had tried to call on the Xioquo to surrender they had launched suicidal kamikaze charges until all Xioquo were mown down without pity. By the time the Legionnaires joined the fray it was all over.
Bodies lay thick over the beach. Ships sunk or burned in the shallows and the cries of the wounded were heard.
Sahal watched over the scene with utter shock. Even more than the Mirza’s defeat, this concentrated carnage was stunning. In her world battles were usually tactical, with sides only suffering heavily in retreat, in which case they would be scattered over a large area. Cannons might tear a body to pieces, but every Firemane soldier carried a weapon which literally blew Xioquo apart.
She had contributed little, other than to throw a fireball and fire her flintlock pistol into the melee, but now she went to find Siobhan.
“You are hurt, Lady Mistress?” she asked cautiously when she found Siobhan. She felt most out of place.