If they had remained calm and thought things through, would things have ended differently?
That was the question in the mind of the representative of the Ironhide Tribe, Silas, as he and his men huddled together.
Their chieftain had sent three hundred warriors to support the war of the Bloodtusk Tribe, with Silas as their leader.
When they first arrived at the base of the mountain, they had expected to raid and burn the barracks to the ground.
But there were no barracks. Only a wide open space without trees to cover their advancement.
From there, they saw the fortress on the mountain. A fortress that hadn't been there when he first went to the Aslan Tribe to receive their tribute.
The rain of arrows could have easily been deflected by their shield. That much was true. However, the same couldn't be said for the giant boulders that were sent flying in their direction. The only thing they could do was retreat.
