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Chulyin could still not believe it had been so easy. He had expected at best incredulity and days of councils from the Angakut, yet they had not only taken his claim of Prophet in stride, they had even approved his campaign against the humans to the north. Yes, they had insisted on appointing an Angakut advisor for the expedition, but why quibble when everything was going so well?
Now after weeks of preparation and marching, the day of battle was at hand. The humans had been completely unprepared for their invasion, and their progress thus far had been almost effortless. The human armies had finally gathered though, they could be seen across the field on their strange hoofed war beasts in metal clothes. When they finally charged, the effect was impressive, many of the snow guard looked ready to jump out of the way as the beasts rushed toward them at high speed. But on impact, it was instead the humans that received the worst of it, with their war beats impaled upon the ice lances. Within minutes the rest of the humans were fleeing and the first of many battles for New Atlantis was over.
