Danton turned to the man on his right.
“Ya think we’re gonna die?”
The man responded, “No.”
But he doubted that…
The order came. John charged, but his compatriots seemed too scared, and he came face to face with Sir Birch, a fearsome fighter. He quivered, but then went forth to face him.
Or, he was about to. Then, he heard Édouard.
“WAIT FOR ME, OI!!!”
He rushed forth, but as he was a coward, he only took up a supporting position. A regiment of infantrymen approached, but, before they all could do battle, a small voice spoke.
“Should we not bless our soldiers and pray for peace?”
The old cardinal, in his stature, was listened to. He went to Danton’s regiment, then to Édouard’s regiment, and blessed them. Then, another came and blessed the other army. Or he would have, if he wasn’t stuck behind another regiment. Then, he could finally move, and the battle began.
Danton struck down some men of the other army…
But Sir Birch charged.
Danton was the only one who survived, and he asked to all who would listen…
Why did they have to die?
NOTE:
There is a very imporant tag that would probably spoil the story.