Militiaman ArmorLegend The infantry column was walking under the scorching sun, spears in hand and with an empty stomach. What a sad sight they were, all looking pretty beat up after a short skirmish against orcs earlier this day. The captain talked about a great victory, but it was at best an exaggeration. One of the soldiers was covered with so many bandages he was barely recognizable. He was dragging his feet behind the rest of the column, brooding and mumbling.