Tp keep you sane and relieve your boredom, read this story of meine.
-Isd pissed.-
Oda Takahishi drew his katana, directing the archers to fire upon the approaching enemy. White fletched arrows soared like birds into the air, landing subtly upon their foes. Many writhed in agony for a few brief seconds, others simply died instantly, and fewer still gritted their teeth and persisted through the rain of death. Imagawa’s Yari samurai were slowly approaching the thin line of Yellow Mon wearing Naginata troops, the Oda Mon proudly waving in the air as a second volley of sweet death was showered over the crowd of blue. “Damnation, where are those Cavalry?!” Takahishi cried, gritting his teeth in barely controlled anger at his Uncle’s lack of intuition and speed. 60 Naginata samurai and 120 archers were all that stood against hundreds of Imagawa’s foot troops, with a further 60 riflemen marching towards the lightly defended position. “Hold fast! The relief will be here soon!” shouted the young Lt. General.
Oda Nobuhide, Daimyo of the Oda clan, calmly directed his force onward, a huge group of several different cavalry units. He had correctly predicted that Yoshimoto would be impatient to begin, smiling as he saw almost all of the Imagawa infantry charging the ‘bait’. The bait in question was the Daimyo’s young nephew, Oda Takahishi, a good warrior but lacking any thought of strategy. Brandishing his katana and wakizashi, Nobuhide sped up his horse, rounding the last hill as he directed his units into charge formation.
Takahishi picked himself up from the ground, swinging his sword in an upward slash against his assailant. In a shower of crimson liquid, he felled the Yari armed samurai, quickly bringing his shorter sword forward into the armour of another. The wakizashi sank deep between the steel plates, pushing folds of cloth and flesh aside as the blue armoured man squealed in pain. The young samurai quickly decapitated his opponent in a mercy blow, turning his gaze over the field. Things weren’t going good. The Naginata warriors were all but dead, and the hordes of Yari samurai were smashing into his archer’s lines. Worse yet, blood red silhouettes of the feared No-Dachi samurai were closing in on Takahishi’s formation, with no sign of Nobuhide’s cavalry relief in sight. “If I am to die here, then I’ll go down fighting” he swore out loud, taking a moment to catch his breath before charging into the swirling mass of warriors.
“Forward! Charge the enemy’s flanks!” A low grow filled the air, like thunder, as hundreds of armoured cavalry smashed into the No-Dachi ranks, sword and spear cutting them down in droves. Oda Nobuhide brought his katana down upon the head of a unit leader, cutting apart the helmet and leaving his cranium half exposed. The hooves of his steed made sure the warrior would never rise up again. Thrice the Daimyo cut down upon his hated foes, and thrice did the blade in his hands draw blood. Within moments the No-Dachi units were in chaos, fleeing for their lives. With a wave, Nobuhide sent off his Yari Light cavalry to pursue them, ordering his Heavy and Naginata cavalry units to follow with him towards the remaining enemy. “I hope young Takahishi did his role” Oda asked of his loyal second in command, Ishida Motonari. “I’m sure he did. He might be a young fool, and a little on the grim side, but he’s a brave warrior, and his men trust him. They’ll hold onto the hill like it was made of gold.” “They better had” he replied “or else I’ll order him to commit Hara-Kiri on grounds of failure…”