The fight was just a re-enactment, but it was a bloody good re-enactment. He fiddled with the zoom on his camera and caught some shots of men falling underfoot. Then the roar, the charge, the clatter, the sharp cries of pain.ĭaniel smelled campfires and saw a child clap her hands.
Dressed in sun-glinted armor, men prepared their pikes, swords, shields and firearms for the fight to come. Lines of warriors stretched across the rolling, summer meadow. He just wanted to see the minutiae of combat.
It didn't matter to him who won the battle, who fell and who survived.
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