Jaegar stood impassively beside Kyra as they surveyed the battlefield laid out before them. The princess's gaze drifted over the opposing ranks, her eyes lingering on the hulking, brutish forms of the monstrous warriors who had wrought such devastation the previous day. They lined the front of the enemy vanguard, awaiting the signal to unleash their primal fury once more.
A faint crease marred Kyra's brow as uncertainty gnawed at her resolve. So much rested on the coming engagement - the fate of her people, her kingdom.
Yet how could they hope to stand against such...things? Those brutes didn't seem like humans in the slightest.
Her eyes cut sideways towards Jaegar, noting the intense focus with which he studied the mockery of men arrayed before them. Perhaps he represented her only chance, despite the offensively cavalier attitude he insisted on adopting.
