Note: I'd just like to thank everyone who is proofreading this. Without them there would be a lot less commas

TO WAR!

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Morning came and the camp, almost instantaneously sprung to life. Tents were being broken down, fires put out, and the remnants of last night pig were discarded. Not that there were too many bones left, because Everett actually ate some. And almost choked on one.

As the army made its way north, to engage the enemy, King Richard went over the battle plan one last time with his two closest knights.

"Yes Lord, the main bulk will be stationed in the valley, Pike men in front followed by long swordsmen." stated Abbot. Gold hair flew down from the bottom of his helmet, which hid the charming face of a wealthy noble man. "And likewise all long bowmen will be in the hills, to the left and rear of our ranks, the elevation will give them increased range," he said pleased with his analogy.

"Hmm, yes indeed. Anything you wish to add Gomer?" Asked the King, as he adjusted his crown, which sat comfortably on a set of long brown curly hair.

"No sir. That just about sums it up my Lord," Replied Gomer. Equally as rich and handsome as Abbot, he seemed to always be uncertain in his reactions, and is often seen running his hand threw his short golden brown hair. "The individual captains will take of the fine details, I believe."

"Good, everything is falling into place." Richard said. Turning to face his army he rallied his men for battle, "Men, let us make haste. For the eve of battle is upon us! I know many of you are scared, but fear not! For the all mighty Pope himself said that he who should be by some chance slain in battle, shall be relieved of sin. And shall be joined with our Lord and savior! Forward to victory!" Richard's speech elicited many cheers and praises in the Lords name.

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Having marched over vast hills for most of the day, the English army reached a long somewhat narrow valley. There the army was brought to a halt as this was to be the place where swords shall clash, and mighty warriors die in their Lord's name.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm nervous as hell about the upcoming battle," Irwin stated nervously.

"Your not the only one. I'm so scared I'm on the verge of soiling my armor," Irving said, patting Irwin on the back.

"Well then, I hope you pack a spare suit 'cause I'm not cleaning it again, like last time. God, that thing stunk to high heaven," Irwin replied, pinching his nose with his thumb and index finger.

"There they go again." Everett sighed. Arching backwards to stretch his back, Everett saw a most unwelcome sight.

"Hey, guys. What's up? You ready or what?" asked a rather short man, his voice high and irritating.

"Hello Lesly," everyone said in a mono toned response.

"Dear god," Everett whispered to himself. "As if the comedy twins over there weren't trouble enough."

Everett's comment struck hard with Hayes, both him and Lesly have a similar past, and he knows that even though Lesly seems joyful and happy he is really sad over past events that ruined his life. Both Hayes and Lesly came from a small English town, where there was little care for war and violence. But during one the many wars between England and their enemy of France from across the sea, France invaded their town and both their families were killed in the take over. Hayes was fourteen at the time and was used to death in the world, and although the lose was a grievance he was able to recover, with the help of a close friend. But Lesly had no real friends, and at only nine the hit was hard on him.

"What was that Everett? Oh well never mind. Is it ok if I station here?" he questioned the group, his words bouncy and energetic.

"But Lesly, don't you have your own station, over their?" Hayes asked, motioning to the left flank.

"Yeah Hayes, I do, but they said I'd be of better use with you." he said taking a quick drink from his flask carried on his belt.

"Well then, that's their lose, feel free to stay with us Lesly, we'd be glad to have you fight along side us," Hayes said saluting the young soldier.

"Yeah, just don't be surprised if you get shot in the back by some unlucky chance," Everett remarked to himself, shifting his weight to one leg.

"Cut it out Everett," Hayes almost hissed, as Norvin and Lesly looked on confused by their need for privacy. "It's bad enough his own men abandoned him. Let's just try to make him feel welcome, or you may find it to be yourself struck in the back. Okay?"

"Sire, all troops have reached position. Enemy spotted at the opposite side of the valley," reported Abbot, dismounting from his black steed, and kneeling before his King.

"Good. How are their numbers?"

"Just as the scouts described sir: the entire army resides on horse, each one equipped with bow and sword, some have also, spears and shields."

"I see. Tell the men to lock shields, turtle formation, and set the pike men up to repel the charge."

"It shall be done my Lord." Remounting Abbot rode off to the to inform the captains.