War and love
Feliks had been extremly nervous the whole day as he knew things would be heated on the battlefield. Their enemy was still out there in wait for them and he knew that the Prussian army wouldn’t give up easily. Toris really tried to be a good partner and wanted to change his mood with giving him a kiss on the forehead. Even though he actually didn’t mind it at all he had slapped him before leaving. Instead of eating a steady breakfast he went to the stable and spoke softly to his horse. It calmed him down until it was time to prepare for the battle. The Polish and Lithuanian army were later on met with the Moldovian soldiers. Feliks and Andrei greeted each other before they began the journey to Grunwald. War was always making him nervous and unable to eat properly as he knew there was nothing that could predict the event. It didn’t matter who the enemy was, he was always worried about his peoples well being. All the blond’s tension became weaker when they finally arrived and the battle began. The Husarian’s attacked with all their might and he couldn’t help but feel pride as he witnessed their angel-like features when they crossed the Prussian’s defence. Hours went by with different tactics that the soldiers followed. Blood sweat and tears filled the battlefield as sword was met with sword. Even Feliks sword was red from various enemies he struck down as if he was an angel during the apocalypse. It was funny how the Bible always preached about love when humans made weapons to split families in pieces. Many family members lost a brother or a father and nothing could give them what he and his fellow soldiers took away. After hours of slaughtering the troops were returning to each camp for rest. Feliks tried to avoide Toris and instead found Andrei. “This is going better than I thought.” He exclaimed and grinned towards his friend.
Andrei wiped his forehead with a cloth, finally winding down after the past few hours, during which both his mind and body were strained fairly more than usual. His sword had been left in the care of the blacksmith closest to his tent for repairs and sharpening, and he was waiting for his meal to be cooked, looking forward to eating something substantial after a week of careful rationing of dry supplies. The weather had not been the kindest to him and his troops on the way to Grunwald, and, while weary, they had managed a successful defense in the day's battle. After a proper night's rest, he suspected an offense would be feasible, given the fact that the morale of their armies had been improved, despite their own losses. After all, a number of losses were always to be expected in wars, and even so, less than a quarter of the soldiers had perished, which meant that the odds were in their favor. He had sat down next to the fire, thankful for the opportunity to remove his armor. The blonde looked up at the arrival of the Pole, his mouth stretching into a mirroring grin.
"It certainly is!", he retorted, standing up to hug him in the same manner he embraced all of his brothers. "I have a feeling the outcome will be favorable to us. Please, join me. We will be able to dine soon enough. How have you been?", Andrei inquired, gesturing to the blanket behind them. He had missed Feliks, and letters could never make up for face to face interaction in his opinion. Their alliance had been a great opportunity to catch up, regardless of the less than pleasant environment their reunion took place in.
