Poul Anderson describes a battle, a frequent occurrence in his fiction:
the leading charioteer sounds his bison horn;
his troops howl their wolfish war cries;
horses gallop;
wagons bang;
foot soldiers leap and yelp;
axes boom on drum-head shields;
the leader signals;
slingers and archers halt;
stones and arrows whistle;
Lockridge squeezes the trigger of his rifle...
The leader goes down.
Extratemporal interference but no way near enough to influence history, of course.
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