Finally the Vahan troops managed to trap the Elven horde at a vulnerable moment, or so they had hoped. A commendable effort, having been deprived of all water supplies from here to Redmont, because the Elves had salted their wells in the city and all the villages and castles they had captured in between, and then power marched through the fair summer sun in their iron armour, only to make it to a river that may or may not be salt water because it goes from coast to coast. The Elves were unsure, were their faces reddened because of their pure hatred for them, because of their fury, or because they were being boiled alive in their tin suits and dehydrating these past few days while the Elves have been chilling out, ferrying people across the river, enjoying their supplies and water of their baggage train. The Vahans had a similar baggage train of their own, but they chose to leave it behind because it only slowed armies down. Now let them hope it was worth it.
A smaller army appeared on the southern bank of the river, it emerged from the dense vegetation the elves were planning to flee to. It seems that those were swarming with these people as well, so a change in plans were forthcoming after the current threat is dealt with. Another much greater force emerged at their north, they too have managed to drag their bodies to face off the majority of the horde’s might, consisting of mainly cavalry, and were still dangerously outnumbered. Considering what they had to go through to get here this fast almost made the Elves feel sorry for them. So sorry in fact, that they were willing to put the lot of them out of their misery, for good. Still, their efforts were admirable at the least.
The southern force emerged from the woodlands like savages, yelling some rhythmic verse while they banged on drums and blowed through their instruments to make it absolutely obvious that they are present there, for which the Elves were very thankful. The Elves decided to use the summer heat to their advantage. Their force gathered up with melee at the front and ranged at the back parallel to the Vahans. The Elven archers stepped forth with their arrows lit on fire and landed shots in to the forest itself. Slowly but surely, after the 2nd or 3rd successive shot, it began to blaze, frying everyone still inside, and trapping those who have made it out between a well rested army and a fire that was slowly pushing ever closer, and burning ever hotter.
The northern army meanwhile held their place, their archers ready to weaken any charge before the Elven counter charge, while they continued to ferry people across.