Then you have it.

Then, it's the pounding of the drums, of the excited wild life sprinting away. As the armies shout out, cries of victory to be! As each new man shout's amplifying their outcry towards the Havens!, towards their enemy! As those expressed shouts break the crisp fall air, as the sun rises over the horizon, shining it's beams on the determined army! Grazing apon each man's bearded chin hair! The sun even in osbverence as that hair rises and falls, swaying in the air as their owners chant such a robust out cry! As, those chant's below away the clouds in the sky, leaving sky bairn, allowing the sun full view of the upcoming carnage. AS THE RAYS OF LIGHT REFLECT OF THE MEN'S ARMOR, AND THEIR READIED SWORDS! As the grass gently sways to and fro with calming wind. CHARGING, THEY RUSH FORWARD, AT THEIR ENEMIES! One by one, two by two, the grass blades are trampled, homes are destroyed, the rabbit's, the bird's, the Mother's and Father's, the town's and city's, and the farm houses's. As the life fades from the fallen men, who so eagerly charged in to battle, to be striked down, as though a flower that was weaving it's gentle beauty of colors in the ongoing breeze. As the breeze got taken to and fro, around the swinging swords, clashing and slashing, around the men, around the flying blood, around the bearded chins! Around the glistening sun beams, around the petals of the still standing followers. And further away, around the men siting and dinning, waiting for the reports of victory or defeat. "Then as the last scouts reported back, we where assembled in the field, prepared, each and everyone of us, for the upcoming victory, and to mark that as fact towards our enemy, we all exclaimed such with loud chanting! Then as the sun arose, we charged, fighting. Swinging swords widely, in all the chaos, locking swords, and slashing at the enemy. Seeing men fall, with out uttering a sound. Then after the battle, we .........,  ...,after counting our dead............."

Bravo!👏