Your arrival on the right flank is heralded by the smashing of two of the jackal-beasts under your wheels. The men cheer at your presence, and you feel the fear from them diminish. "Disperse!" You shout your orders at the men. The beasts were strong enough that a line of spears would be easily broken even if the Sumerians try to hold one. Instead, you get the men at the front-lines to break off and surround each beast from all sides, making full use of your numerical superiority over the monsters. As the melee draws out, you note another group of jackal-beasts approaching. You charge.
By reading the base intentions of the monsters, you are able to time your chariot's charge perfectly – they are mere automatons that attack blindly, and are easy to predict for you. Half a dozen more fall to your wheels. You turn and stab your spear into another as you pass by; as your momentum wrenches the spear free of the beast's head, it crumbles back into sand and disperses with the wind. As you break clear of the group, you see that the men are now acquitting themselves admirably against the jackal-beasts now that the initial shock of the monsters' appearance has worn off. It doesn't take long before they are finishing off the last of their opponents.
Riding to a vantage point, you scan your eyes around the battlefield, trying to spot the king. The men on the left appear to have reached the walls of Memphis and are doing well. You see the king's flag flashing its colours in the distance, running in circles around the Egyptian lines; King Sargon is clearly doing what he loves best; laughing like a maniac while he crashes his chariots into enemy lines. over and over It's worked for him so far. The jackal-beasts hunting the king appear to have been tied up in combat by most of his personal guard.
Can't say it's smart of him to go on charging without his bodyguards.
Right on cue, a torrent of sand erupts where the king's chariot was. You curse at this turn of events.
Looks like it's there. You'll probably want to check that out.
It's going to be dangerous though, boy.
You ride your chariot back to the men in a hurry, who have obediently reformed their lines and await your orders. The right flank had a clear path of movement; the Egyptians evidently thought that they would have been routed by the jackal-beasts and arrogantly dismissed the need to send any troops this way. You direct them to close in and act as a hammer to the anvil of your main force which was led by the king. At any rate, the chariot charge had shaken the Egyptians considerably; the arrival of the right flank would be sufficient to rout them. Having given your orders, you ride on ahead, heading towards where you last saw the king. Duty called you out here and duty demands that you ensure his safety, as one of the royal guard. There is little resistance on your ride; the chariots of the Egyptians have been swept away by the king's charge, and their auxiliaries have been pushed back by the spear phalanxes following him. The few warriors that do dare stand in your way fall swiftly to your spear and wheels.
***
A sudden, alien intent washes over you briefly before subsiding. You see the king's chariot in front of you, lying on its side. The king is on the ground, prone, while a withered old man approaches him slowly from the left, a dagger in hand. The old man is clearly the source of the strange feeling. You are unable to understand what you read from him.
"Is that the person you were talking about?" you ask the voices.
Person? It's not someone, more like... something.
Yes, that thing's part of the reason why we're here.
You are intrigued, and ask your next question.
"Can it be killed?"
The answer from the voices was a yes, and that is all you need to know.
***
A. You charge! Ululating, you ride down the old man with your chariot, trampling his elderly frame underneath the hooves of your donkeys and your solid wooden wheels.
B. You raise your shield in anticipation of any attack, keeping your senses alert and in full swing. Although you are unable to read his intent, you should still be able to warn yourself of any imminent danger should you concentrate.
C. Grabbing a short spear from your chariot, you hurl it at the old man. You are in range and unlikely to miss at this distance. Even if you miss, you'll have drawn his attention.
D. You sense something wrong with this old man, something you may not be able to handle. Memphis is not worth this trouble. You abandon the king and the army, and flee into the wilderness.