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Rather than directly attack the town's wooden walls, the general had his many slingers shoot stones at the defenders, who did not have an equal range to retaliate from.
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The enemy general's men were easily identified and made prime targets. Though it was by no means fast, one by one men dropped stunned or wounded by the many stones flung at them.
When the enemy finally decided to hide from the stinging shower of missiles, the ram was sent forward, and the flimsy gate broken down.
Ready to repel the invaders, the enemy prepared to make a vigorous defence! They had not yet been defeated within their own walls!
When they once again hid within their rough houses, the general and his brother rode within, and cut down some men. This brought them back out.
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As champions saw the two warleaders casually trotting down the streets of their town, they rushed out, calling for duels.
The invaders simply laughed and rode back out.
Ambacti: Send your warriors and we shall see who's ancestors have passed down the better skills.
Concolitanos: I don't
feel like it.
He didn't reveal that outside their gates, as yet unseen, the "army" was only a group of mostly young men.
Concolitanos: What are you stopping for? Keep shooting!!
All of the enemy's elite swordsmen except 4 were cut down by the rain of stones.
Those four, at least, could boast that they had died in honest melee combat. Whether their ancestors would think "being stomped on by a horse" was truly melee was a different issue.
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The attack - more like a siege - continued as the men took turns to shoot and gather more stones.
At first, the general wondered if perhaps his men were running away, but it was obvious enough when they would take a few steps, pick up a stone, and continue looking for more.
Concolitanos: (thinking) Though stones are plentiful, this might be a problem. Skirmishers don't carry much ...
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The rival warchief was not spared. Even his men were shot at any opportunity.
Gelon: Who are you? Come and fight, if you are brave enough!
Concolitanos: I am Concolitanos, the man who will take all your possessions and gift them to my men as spoils.
Gelon: I'll kill you!!!
Concolitanos: Get him, men!
As Gelon rushed out, eater to get to grips with his elusive foe, spearmen rushed out and flung themselves in between the two chiefs.
Before he knew it, they were enthusiastically swarming what was left of his picked men. Already worn down and having suffered over half their number in losses, it was impossible for the twenty-odd to defeat the two hundred and fourty.
Gelon: Aaaaahh!!!
He was dismounted when his horse was stabbed repeated by five men.
Concolitanos: That one is mine, don't kill him!
The men finished off the bodyguard but left Gelon on the ground with a broken leg after disarming him.
Concolitanos rode up, dismounted and looked at his fallen foe for a moment before killing him with a spear to the throat.
Concolitanos: Dead is dead, I suppose. Not that anyone will know ...
Concolitanos: Anyone have stones left?
Slinger: Here are a few stones, warchief.
Concolitanos: Excellent. Now flush out those enemy troops. Spears, you hold them and my men will defeat them while you watch.
Soldiers: Whatever you say ...
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