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the army marches out on the field of green,
with the enemy in sight through the fog seen,
beasts of evil covered in hair,
with teeth ready sharp to tare,
no formation from them only groups to surround,
while the humans stand in squares standing their ground,
the beasts attack moving fast on four legs sprinting,
with the human general looking ahead squinting,
they prepare to fight with horses running in first,
as the beasts drool with a blood-thirst,
throwing spears hitting only a few,
the beasts jump ripping through,
biting man and horse to kill,
as the general looks from far seeing they have skill,
calling forward the archers to fire,
as the beasts look ahead with more desire,
the arrows fly silently in the air above in lines,
casting a shadow as flesh it combines,
again they fire cutting into beast meat,
the rest run away in admitting defeat,
the general moves forwards to hunt them down,
after they destroyed his home town.