Dawn broke over the swamp.
A damp, cold, and sticky mist clung to the water's surface, refusing to disperse.
Ola and his Rock Breaker Knight Order were not on horseback. In this muddy land, the best mounts were their own long legs, sheathed in iron armor.
Thirty Knights stood in three silent ranks behind a thicket of reeds.
They were a heavy hammer.
A heavy hammer poised to smash the enemy into pulp.
"The lord's timing for this initiative was just perfect," Ola's adjutant murmured beside him, his voice filled with excitement. "Look at the men's eyes. They're practically spitting fire."
Ola grinned and turned to look to the other side.
Barrett was there with a dozen or so of his hand-picked veteran guards, smearing black mud all over their bodies.
