Lars sat quietly on his black and gray destrier, back in the shadows of the trees as his eyes scanned the field before them. The field was clear save for the ruins in the center, a good place to hold for it would allow them defense against a larger force. Sweat trickled down his face as he wiped away the droplets, the shield hanging on the frog on saddle, his helm before him as he eyed the skies for any indication that the dragon riders were watching.
A quick smile crossed his lips, he had ridden on one during the siege of Monte Kassium, it had been a glorious day. They had sacked the mountain fortress and driven the Gybahdin and their lackeys the Black Raven before them. It had been a hard fought and earned victory. It surprised Lars that a cadre of Orcs made a last stand; they fought magnificently, holding back the Redwold as the cowardly Gybahdin lord escaped into the mountainous gloom with his retainers.
Hearing the songs of the birds stop, Lars glanced around quickly, how long had it been? Cursing under his breath, he urged his horse back a few paces further into the shadows of the trees and drew his cloak around him to offer more concealment. Had an animal come close or were it something more deadly? Licking his lips, he cast his eyes back at the other members of his patrol, his eyes locked on the Allomancer for a long minute, then back towards the far end of the field.
The ruins would be vital to securing this area, especially if they had come across a Black Raven scouting group, or worse a party of Gybahdin cavalry. The long spear leaning against his horse he gripped tightly, the rush of adrenalin pumped into him as he began framing his thoughts for combat. His eyes rose skyward while he muttered a quick prayer to the One God for the strength to carry him safely through this battle. Slipping the great helm on, he adjusted his shield, hefting the spear and laid into the frog near his boot until he needed to level it.
The destrier pawed the loam, it felt its rider prepare and it did likewise, its thick muscles rippled as the spear slipped into the frog, causing the horse to emit a soft neigh. The next few moments would dictate how this fight would go if indeed a fight were about to begin. The soft wind ruffled the black cloak as Lars looked back at the others again, his voice low, “We may have company…prepare yourselves.”