"What? Set fire to the grain?! What nerve! Daring to scare your Grandpa Feather... Fuck! They're really burning it?!... Stop, stop for now! Blow the conch horn!..."
"Dee-dee! Wooo!..."
The piercing blare of the conch horn rang across the battlefield. The Feather warriors about to climb and storm the fort paused, then looked back in confusion, only to see the swaying banners ordering a withdrawal. Very soon, these seasoned warriors obeyed the command and pulled back from the two flanking sides around the rear. As for the mixed able-bodied men attacking the fort head-on, they had already gone red-eyed with slaughter. Only after taking another volley of feathered arrows and spear thrusts, leaving behind a dozen corpses, did they collapse backward in a black-pressed rout, nearly crashing into the Feather Prince's personal guards and throwing their formation into chaos.
Feather Penguari stamped and shouted, personally carrying a long spear as he jabbed down two fleeing soldiers, then led several hundred warriors to gather up the routed mixed troops. Once he was done with all that, he marched forward a few steps in a storming fury, protected by several large shield warriors, and cursed up at the young priest on the wall.
"Fuck, where did this little Kingdom priest come from, daring to threaten to set fires? Your hair hasn't even grown in, and you're squawking like a crow, calling for your Grandpa Feather?!..."
"Ancestors bless you, Grandpa Feather Penguari! You must be nearly fifty this year, right? You're a figure of my grandfather's generation. Grandfather often mentioned you and praised your bearing and looks!... Come a little closer and let me see..."
"Come closer my ass! You crafty little brat, are you trying to trick your grandpa in close and then shoot him dead with one arrow? I'm telling you,