'Askladan, send your warband and secure our northern flank. Hagar line your men up behind them and form the rearguard.' Brenjulf began distributing his orders as best he could. Nobody questioned him. They received their orders and saw to their own men. Pretty soon there was a solidly built battle line. The reserve forces remained in the rear with the king. The southern flank began curving its formation around to worry at the southern flanks of the Åscatorians. It was a solid battle plan. Draw attention away from the burgh. Hold the shield wall while preventing encirclement and allow Pyrelig to form his own shield wall behind them. He'd thought about this tactic as being akin to a great anvil. The Åscatorians would be the metal ingot ready to be smithed and Pyrelig's men would be the mighty hammer ready to drive home into the softened surface of the enemy. He doubted he was the first one to make such a connection, but he liked to think of himself as a little profound all the same.
