Egil's voice bellowed across the charging line, fierce and unyielding."Either victory, or we all die!"
The words thundered over his riders, igniting a fire that burned as hot as the sun glinting off their raised weapons. Behind him, a ragged cheer erupted, raw and wild like that of wolves, rippling through the ranks as the riders felt the weight of fate settling upon them, a destiny shared in blood and steel.For one moment Egil felt as if his tribesman rode once again behind him.
Swords, maces, and axes rose into the air, glinting as they caught the light, sharp and eager for the fray. Together, they tore forward, cutting through the winds like a flock of fierce hawks, low and fast, barreling across the plain. Dirt and dust flew beneath pounding hooves, and the roar of their approach swept ahead of them, a dark wave surging toward the Herculean forces.
