ATLAS' POV
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The bright glow of lightning near the chaos of swords clashing and beasts roaring and growling has the fight separating from fear and shock. Fear, because being hit by lightning hurts like hell, but shock because the sky was a bright blue mere minutes ago. The rain pours down heavily, giving our men the advantage of knowing our land, where the dips lay, where there are holes. Each warrior is trained to know every disadvantage and advantage of this land, every crook, every corner. The rogues are slowly losing-- but I'm about to speed that up.
The ground becomes slick-- too slick to stop upon demand. Soldiers skid across the ground, rogues are full blown sliding and crashing into the ground. Mud flicks into the air. The rain shoves it back toward the ground. Everyone is soa
