The Prince appreciated Philip's gesture. He felt safer with all these men around him protecting him, but he felt kind of like he was cheating. How was he going to fight anyone with so many people circled around him? At the same time, he worried that he would be noticed by the Galbadian soldiers if his group was too closely intent on protecting him.
The Prince knew that they needed to attack as soon as they were able. The less time the Galbadians had to gather themselves and figure out what was going on, the better. They rushed almost immediately, and the battlefield became controlled, shouting chaos.
The Prince wasn't counting how many men he cut down. He wasn't aware of the time passing, or the sun setting slowly. He was aware when one of his boys was down. Was it one of the twins? One of the others? One of his guard was down, too. He was aware of his limbs slowing as time passed. All their men must be getting tired. He was aware that he was bleeding from the shoulder a little. It hurt, but he ignored it. At one point, the Prince backed off to try and assess, find Conrad.
"My Lord!" Conrad shouted, managing to get close to the Prince. "We are pushing them back but our numbers cannot match theirs!" It was disappointing, to have to retreat. The Balambites were equal in force but not in numbers.
"Let us hold on a little longer!" The Prince replied, signaling for Conrad to get back to his men.
Just as the Prince was rushing forward to join their depleting number, something changed. The Galbadians were shouting wildly. They started rushing the Balambites, almost as if they were running away. As if something was coming at them from behind, just as the sun was finished setting.