Exile grimaced as he heard the cheers from within the city. This most likely meant that they were prepared for this kind of scenario. 'The sand will disorient our forces, making them easy pickings if they're used to this kind of thing...' Exile felt he knew what game Parthus was up to with this move.
"Harik! Get your men and stay close to me! I'll guide you through this storm!" Exile commanded as he turned to meet the eyes of his own comrades.
Each of them nodded back to signal that they had found different people they could communicate with. The main concern that he now harboured was whether the enemies in the city would chase them or be content with driving them away. He was more inclined to believe the former would turn out to be true.
