Battle
Disclamier: Their will be grammar error cause I don't care also this story was written after a blood dream which took the lives 5000 Zachary's (Clones of me most of which were 5-10 I had a somewhat hard time at those ages) so fights with children will be in it IN NO WAY SUPPORT CHILDREN IN WAR anyway here it is.
We met on a open field the only vital area was a hill which would give us some ranged power. I scratched my charcoal hair thinking to myself I may be a five year old Zachary but this might be my last moments on this earth. "Charge" shouted the eleven year old Zachary and soon I was running towards the enemy along with our entire forces (not much statagy in my mind). Soon we clashed I was looking all around I parried a blow from a nine year old Zachary realizing he was staggered I took a swing hitting him in the gut. "Five year old help us out over here" shouted two seven year old Zacharys in leather armour. I ran too their aid but it was too late for one of them a blow to the chest that tore right through the armour some of the blood spattered on to his friend but nonetheless I came to his aid and we slew the nine year old Zachary and we got vengeance he nodded thanks and ran back into the fray. To my fear I felt something hit me however it was a mere pinch and turned to see two six year old Zachary smiling. I swung my sword trying to hit one of them but with their chain-mail it was useless suddenly a eleven year old surprised my attackers his warhammer hitting one of the six year old in the face with the distraction I went for the neck with success and blood went out of his throat it had been an seven hours and my fatigue was runninging and I felt something hit me in the back It was an arrow the blow was fatal and my last moment was looking at my kin fight each other I thank the original Zachary as I fell in unconsciousness.
Well that's it by the way if you are offended by the story or my grammer KECK YOU I'M SURE YOU CAN FIGURE THAT OUT.