The Crusading army was a shadow of it's former glory, They wearily hoped to strike one more blow to the fiendish Outlaws before retreating, the losses were only growing daily. Some deserted, but even more were cut off and killed by the rebels that surrounded them. But today things were different, the tropical glades around them were silent. The men grew nervous. Then they heard it, like the sound of thunder, but it didn't cease, then they saw the rapidly approaching enemy. The crusaders hurriedly strung their bows and buckled on armor, for the battle was about to begin!