It was not just the Dragon-Kin who were all here however. Every moment that passed, more and more equipped and armoured students began to arrive and form into a rough formation. At a quick glance Dharen had already counted at least five-hundred students and professors all mixed together into formations.
It was an amazing sight, he quickly remembered though, that in terms of actual militaries this would not seem like much. It would only be the same as having two and half full strength companies of soldiers, as a full company numbered to be two-hundred people, made up of ten lines, (A/N: A line being twenty people).
"Dharen!" A voice suddenly rippled out over the crowd, all of them turning silent and looking back to see him. Their eyes all lighting up in a joyous glint as if his presence had given them some kind of mystical courage.
The person who had called him out however was the man who he recognised as the Dean of his school and by the looks of him, he was seemingly also the commander of all of their forces.
Dharen, walked over to him with Jason following behind him quietly not saying a word as if he had become some kind of silent bodyguard.
As Dharen walked past all of the assembled students and professors, he could hear their whispers. Not this was a bad thing however, as the whispers were all about the same thing. That being at how he had caused them to win at the last major engagement they had, had with the Inquisition.
By the sounds of it to Dharen, it seemed like he had become some kind of hero in their eyes. They seemed to think that just because he was here, they would be able to achieve an easy victory. This though he doubted would be the case at all, as he glanced once more at the smoke rising above the town across the river.
It almost definitely was a trap, but they did not have much of a choice but to go in and regain control of the town itself, the people there were innocent and the academy at least seemed to care for that quite a lot.
Finally as he reached the Dean, who looked at him with a stoic expression before speaking, "You will be given command of the fifth detachment for what you had done before, and if you want to bring out any miracles, please go ahead. Your task is to push up the central street and gain control of the town square and then hold it. May whatever Gods or God you worship protect you."
His words were short and crisp, but for some reason this is what Dharen had expected from him. However there was one small issue of that he did not know who the fifth detachment even were, not to mention how many people were in this so called detachment.
He did not want to ask this through and simply began to walk down the line of the amazed force of people. Until eventually he stopped Alexi, standing there awkwardly in front of the one of gathered squares of forces, of which there were now six in total and another one forming up as more people began to arrive.
Alexi who had seen him suddenly straightened up his back almost as if he was standing at attention.
As Dharen reached him, Alexi stayed completely still just looking forwards.
Dharen then asked him curiously, "What are you doing?"
Alexi, replied softly. "I am standing to attention for my detachment leader who at the current times out-ranks me."
His words had a military precision to them that surprised Dharen a great deal, as from what he had seen so far it did not seem like something that he would know.
"So this is the fifth detachment?" Dharen had asked, just to confirm as he looked at the faces of the people he recognised most of them from the battle that he had been in before. It was also these people who had the brightest look in their eyes as if nothing would go wrong in the coming battle as he was here.
Alexi nodded his head as he spoke, "Yes Sir, this is the fifth detachment made up mostly of the people who survived the last major battle, or the friends of those who fell in that battle."
Hearing his words, Dharen could only imagine what kind of group he had been given. But their eyes, it was more than the victory in their eyes, he could see or rather sense something darker to, something more viscous in their eyes.
Dharen suddenly elevated his voice, so that he was loud enough to be heard across the entire group completely. "Our orders are to take control and hold the town square. Do you understand me?"
His words were met by the pounding of boots into the ground and the banging of shields, alongside a blood raged roar.
Dharen heard this all and smiled inside, they were all more than ready for what was going to be coming but he could not help but worry at how many of them would be able to leave and return back from this battle.
Then as he began to hear the loud yelling and roars of the other detachments he looked to his side and saw as the detachments all began to march one by one, down the bridge into the town itself. At least he noticed, they still held both sides of the bridge, so there would not be a fight there.
Then, it was there moment to advance.
He could feel his heart beating harder and louder. It was a mixture he figured of two things. Nerves and excitement.
He was going back to the battlefield once more. Internally he could only think on where his fear of the battlefield had gone.
"Advance!" His loud ripping yell, stunned his own men but they quickly followed him onwards as he marched straight down the bridge through the open gates into the town.
It was time to kill.