The fortifications finished without error. Within a day, the hill was solid as a rock, something I knew Prestilence wouldn't enjoy. I enjoyed the thought of him getting angry that he'd actually have to fight instead of sit at the back of his army and bark orders. Cowardly commanders did so. I would use this to prod him into making a foolish charge, and our archers would simply mow his troopers down as they charged. I smirked as I saw Pestilence's army take the field. I could almost see the look of frustration on his face from the hilltop where I stood. "Come down here and fight!" he shouted. "Come and get me!" I shouted back. "Real men fight on level ground!" he said, attempting to take a shot at my own pride. I laughed at the attempt. "Cowardly commanders stay on the field and order their troopers forward!" I shouted back, allowing him to hear the laughter in my voice. He sneered. He looked to his second in command and issued an order, and his troopers bravely charged forward towards our hill. "Archers ready!" I shouted. The massive line of archers set an arrow on their bows and pulled the bowstring back, in order to get the maximum amount of power from their weapons. The troopers drew closer. "Almost..." I said. They drew closer, and they drew their swords as they prepared to charge up the hill towards the shield wall and fortifications. "Now!" I barked. A hail of arrows rained down upon the troopers, killing a huge swath of them in the first volley alone. The rest of them still tried in vain to climb the hill, but my archers were faster, and didn't need any more orders from me on how to deal with their prey. They released a second volley, striking down another huge group of enemy troopers. Roughly a third of Pestilence's original force remained, and they were still trying to force their way up the hill. There was no such luck. Another volley of arrows flew, striking dead the rest of the troopers. Only Pestilence's personal guard remained. He sat there, gazing at the field with a shocked look on his face. The look of shock twisted into one of anger as he drew his sword and dismounted his horse. "Come out and fight me!" he shouted. "Finally." I said to myself. I drew my sword and my soldiers moved aside to let me through the shield wall. "Go get him commander." one of them said, an eager look on his weathered face. I chuckled. "Oh I intend to." he said over my shoulder to the soldier, and moved to meet Pestilence in the center of the field.