“Maybe, I picked a bad time to start a fight, after all.” Jonathan peered through a gap between boulders at the Philistine outpost atop the cliff high above. After his attack days ago, the enemy retaliated with vengeance. His father’s army fled. Thousands deserted. The remnant army trembled in caves and crags. “I really thought this would go differently.”
“What can we do?” his armor-bearer asked. “No one in our army has a single spear or sword except you and the King.”