🌧️⚔️ The Battle of the Drenched Plains ⚔️🌧️

The rain began before dawn, a relentless curtain that blurred the horizon and turned the wide grasslands into a churning swamp of mud. Otrera stood at the vanguard, bronze greaves splattered, her voice carrying over the hiss of rain as she marshaled her warriors. Across the sodden field, the Hittite banners sagged heavy with water, their chariot wheels already sinking deep into the mire.

When the horns sounded, the battle began in chaos. The Hittites struggled to bring their famed chariot formations to bear, horses slipping in the mud, wheels bogging down. Otrera seized the moment, signaling Kyra to swing wide on the left flank. With speed and precision, Kyra’s riders cut through the Hittite archers, their arrows falling harmlessly short in the driving rain.