"What is she doing?" Connor asked in a confusion of what was the enemy commanding general was doing.
"I don't have any idea," Frigs responded as he continued moving his eyes, following the movement of the woman far in front of him as he kept one hand on the handle of his sword, sheathed in its leather scabbard.
Then she stopped her horse in the middle of the field, not doing anything as she just stared at the army, mainly at Frigs, with a smile on her face. Frigs knew what she meant by her stare, "Louis, take charge here. And estimate the number of the enemies if you can,"
"Okay," Louis responded.
Frigs rode his horse forward, his horse at a trotting pace as he rode it in one of the gaps of the formation of his army. One hand on the leash controlling the horse's movement, one hand on the handle of his sword sheathed in its scabbard.
