The Clash of Titans (5) : A Freewrite

But, as he charged ahead, he couldn't shake the sensation that something wasn't quite right. It felt as though a veil of gloom had descended on the hostile army, creating apprehension and disarray between them.

Amidst the pandemonium, a faint murmur traveled through the opposing forces, a murmur that appeared to become more boisterous by the second. Alfred worked to listen to the words, and when they reached his ears, a chill ran down his back.

"King Vortigern is dead!"
The reports raced across the battleground like a tremor, causing discombobulation and dread among the adversary forces. Alfred was flabbergasted as the formerly orderly armed forces dissolved into chaos. It was similar to when one lops off the head of a snake, causing the body to convulse in its final moments.

Amidst the tumult, Alfred noticed a bunch of enemy combatants in disarray, their commander slain in the bedlam. Taking advantage of the situation, he encouraged his colleagues, and in concert, they launched an attack on the flustered foes. The adversary, lacking leadership, put up feeble opposition, and Alfred's squadron swiftly overpowered them.