The mercenaries on the field paled.
"Cavaliers!"
Canon, who was lying next to Thales with his ear pressed to the ground, was the first to shout. His voice was filled with unsuppressable glee.
"A large group of cavaliers, close by!"
Soon enough, Thales sensed this as well. He did not even need Canon's reminder. The sand beneath his feet began to tremble.
The strange tremors drew closer, and it came charging at them from the sand dunes that towered over them like ocean waves. The mercenaries and Royal Guards, when they realized what was about to arrive, put down the weapons in their hands at once.
As he stared at the spark, heard the horn, and felt the tremors from the ground, Ricky stopped doing what he was doing. The madness and blood lust within him faltered slightly.
'That is…'
*Tooooooot!*
As the firelight and the horn drew closer, Thales narrowed his eyes. He felt something.
'As expected...'
