"Ok, that'll do lads" yelled the master engineer above the quarry-like din.
The defences were as complete as they could be in the spare minutes that remained. The dust cloud from the hooves of the High Elven Dragon Princes could be seen on the horizon. Mighty eagles circled the Elven host and sent high pitched cries across the battlefield.
It was time for the Dwarfs to prepare their battle lines and crew their sturdy war machines.
The Dwarfs were well prepared for the fight and had occupied a rocky outcrop allowing them to see down on the whole plain beneath them. This was fearsome defensive positon and the bolt throwers, cannon, organ gun and grudge thrower all had hardened dwarf veterans nearby for company.
"Death before dishonour" a longbeard shouted.
"DEATH BEFORE DISHONOUR" the rest of the Dwarfs boomed in response.
To be continued...
