Ruarnon: Death Belt Desert
Ruarnon sat hunched forwards in anticipation on their horse atop the hill as their uncle’s army pounded Zaldeaan cavalry and chariots. Throwing spears felled Zaldeaan riders trying to escape. Encircled Zaldeaans threw down weapons. Riders fought on or fled at the rear, but throwing spears brought down more enemies until the rest surrendered. Ruarnon smiled and their shoulders relaxed a little. The cavalry battle was won.
Tarlahn cavalry retreated. Tarlahn riders waved a red and a black flag to the enemy, who halted, while Tarlahn infantry moved the wounded and dead down Tarlahn lines towards wagons and surgeons in green linens. On the far side, Zaldeaan infantry moved the fallen from the chariot-cavalry battle, moving figures with Tarlahn braids and without. Ru
