Phobius sat awake throughout the twilight hours knowing that at dawn the first battle of man and orc would commence. Hero vs hero, knight vs bat, cavalry vs cavalry. It was going to be bloody.
As expected, the cavalry was the first wave to fall for both sides. Their pointless charges absorbed by the other. The knights followed, supported by the superior war mind of the Hive, and tore through the last of the defenders. Almost.
The orcs retaliated and downed the hero of the humans and his accompanying unicorns. Next it was their minion spider. It was disposed of easily. If not for the valour of the knights the day would lost but they stood their ground and tore through the enemy ranks. In the end the enemy was all but eliminated except for a sole doombat who escaped into the air.
They call me MISTER Tibbs!
Sidney Poitier (In the Heat of the Night)1970