Victor's voice rang out telling William to turn back. He turned to him and scowled then looked away and continued his charge.
"Go forth, men! This beast is nothing before the might of our kingdom!" he bellowed.
Victor's words had fallen on deaf ears as William's pride as a noble and anger towards Victor for the disgrace he felt only a few hours prior shone through his actions and spurred him forward.
For William, his was now a stage, one from him to prove his superiority to the slave boy Victor favored over him.
With his sword still pointing to the heavens he channeled mana to the blades edge and spurred his men onward. Behind him a line of ten men and their steeds flanked him, each one followed his lead, channeling mana into their weapons.
With confidence they were poised to strike, confident that they could do what the mercenaries and adventurers could not, kill the beast before them.
