The fog enveloped the battlefield, in front of which the Irish could barely see through the thick fog bank.
You couldn't even see the forest, or the small gorge by the river, this was going to make things very difficult. At least Sir Piran was in front, I thought he would be one of those typical sons of bitches hiding in the rear, but no, he was motivating the army.
-Sirs, listen to me well, today we will face the demons that terrify our King, that threaten our world, our own families, that is why I will not ask you not to be afraid, we fight against soulless people, monsters of nature, but rejoice because God is on our side, take advantage of fear, let it become courage, let us make God and the crown proud, let us become a single force?
Sir Piran was feeling quite motivated, he even rode his horse between the two armies without fear.
-Boy, put on that ugly mask of yours, this is about to begin. - Said Sir Willfest who was next to me with his horse.
