Lost between snatches of the elements
peeled back by long fingernails
grimed with dried crimson.
The monster gapes a wide-toothed smile
and watches at the battle. 23 more words
At the head of the little valley behind the Ridge, Latour-Maubourg’s cavalry found themselves confronted by Lumley’s dragoons and both sides reined in to watch the other warily. 3,748 more words
For both commanders, the crisis of the battle had now been reached. It was unusual for the French to display such iron tenacity in a prolonged firefight, and they were doing so now because they believed they were winning. 2,818 more words