Armies clashed… no, they shattered. No, no, that’s ridiculous. Armies slammed together… yeah… slammed together like bloody blue and orange magnets, cracking on contact and falling apart a chip and a crack at a time.
Two great generals… wait, why must generals only ever be great? Generals watched each other from either side of the battlefield… no, they’d be focusing on their troops. Generals barked… no, shouted commands at their men and women… no, shouted commands at their troops.
One side was clearly outmatched. Their troops fell like a thousand screaming bowling pins… bowling wasn’t a thing back then. They fell like a thousand screaming rocks, crushing each other but never the advancing enemy.
That makes no sense. I’ll just pitch that battle and try again.