Eragon the Lynching II: The First Age

[Draxx]

((Ah well, we can negotiate later))
Stannis stares up at Eddie, grinding his teeth. He himself has plenty of exposure to magic, but it is the subtle science practiced by Melisandre rather then this.
His men are terrified, and who can blame them, this is far beyond anything they had experienced.
No discipline at all.
Stannis rides back to his line, unsurprised to find the red priestess standing on the hill he had chosen to use to survey the battle beside his two lieutenants, holding the banner aloft. A crowned stag in a fiery heart.
"They are few." He observes. "Elite, but few. We will have many casualties, but they will fall eventually." He says, bitter experience lending his words credence.
His hand slides over Lightbringer for a moment, and then he stares at them. "We hold the knights in reserve. Give the archers orders to fire. And capture the flying one alive. Perhaps he can explain the working of these engines."