The army of the English. Beautiful red and yellow banners alighted every spot in the sea of colours. Grandeur that astounded the eye. It smelled of smoke mingled with sweat from the heavy plated armour covering them. Cavalry guarded the flanks with heads held high in pride as their heavily armoured horses sniffed miserably. Strange such beautiful sight could cause so much chaos. Discords of colour still ran through the army like lightning flashing into existence: a coiled snake. The king moved with a flutter of banners that was almost lost in the sea. Blues, reds, yellows, greens. violets, orange and more flashed as they carried on rolling at a snail’s pace with his shell on for armour.