There wasn't time to set up camp or prepare themselves whatsoever. The moment a rock sailed through the air and almost crushed a few knights if their reactions were less adept, it was time for battle.
Henry slapped the visor back over his head and followed the commander who had already taken off to seek out the action.
"Apprentices go to the village!" the commander shouted. "See if there are survivors! Take them south!"
On horseback, the knights left their apprentices behind and went to where the rock had originated.
The thrill of battle struck each of them and their eyes widened as they drew their swords and mentally prepared for what was ahead.
However, it seemed that the information communicated to them was entirely false.
As they came closer to a rocky hill, the hill itself started to shake and the knights immediately knew that something was amiss and it wasn't ogres.
"That's not–"
