The horses whinnied nervously as they caught the sharp tang of fear in the air. Around them, the wind clattered through the raised banners. The sun was high.
A knight atop a handsome red horse cantered up to the front line. He had heavy dark armour, crisscrossed with battle scars, bearing the sigil of a roaring tiger on his chest.
“Lord Ronald,” the knight rumbled. “The troops are ready.”
Lord Ronald nodded, keeping his eyes on the far side of the field. “Thank you, General Tiberius, but I think this can still be solved diplomatically.”
The lord spurned his horse on, galloping out onto the field with his armour clanking. The grass was stirring in the wind. His horse reared with a loud call, stamping its hooves and throwing back its head. The Yongenbladi stood across the grass sea. Lord Ronald could see them, their brazen blue emblems flying in the wind. The river roared behind them.
The lord’s roar passed through the air