This, Arden decided, was a key difference between a battle and a war. There was an inherent chaos to a battle, a madness within which all reason became lost. Battles were won and lost on the stroke of a sword. War was the exact opposite. It was meticulous and slow and purposeful. Wars were won and lost on empty stomachs, exhaustion, thirst. And somehow that difference set a much sharper fear in his belly.
A great insight.
