As he ran, Alexander’s eyes followed the path that the arrows were taking, arcing downward in a dark rain of death toward the exposed phalanx below. He shouted and screamed at the top of his voice, the downward slope adding to his speed so he almost couldn’t keep up with his own momentum. His eyes flicked down to the phalanx to see the most wonderful sight. The phalanx that moments before seemed doomed to a terrible death transformed from a lopsided hedgehog into a turtle. The phalanx stopped moving and the shields that were locked at the front of the lines were joined by all of others, covering the phalanx in a hard shell. Alexander skidded to a stop at the bottom of the ridge to watch in dread fascination as the arrows continued their inexorable progress downwards, showering the phalanx and thudding int...

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