Blitzkrieg

The call is sounded and warriors charge

to break the ranks of their adversaries.

Armor clash, caution thrown to the wind as instinct takes over.

Sheer power and determination pushes through the barricade

To the other’s captain.

 

Panic washes over his shielded face,

Pressure from all corners.

His feet move, but he is carried nowhere.

It’s no use, these savage behemoths clasp to him

And crush him to the earth below.

It was the 6th sack of the day.

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