For a moment his resolve looked unbreakable. The commander boldly stood above the trenches sword raised and pointed at the horde before their lines. The speech was coming to an end and an uproar of cheers went up through the ranks. Perched atop a sentry tower he could see it all. Other like minded soldiers had already retreated to the keeps, corners, and anywhere that could promise an extra hour of living. Easily distracted by the ravings of an idealistic commander or already frozen in fear as the impending doom lurked in the distance. It was easy to slip away from the frontline. But Devyn had seen that face before and turned and walked away as the commander gave a speech that the old soldier had heard a hundred times before.
It was a look that could almost fool Devyn into being inspired. He seemed excited, a devilish smile on his face. Men young and old lined up the trenches bracing their pikes and drawing back their bows. Devyn had given up trying to remember their names.
