[Eyvind Redbeard]

A battle horn sounded in the woods, the sound came from south of the camp and more arrows fell from the sky trying to hit the barrels. It was an impressive sight, if not a deadly one. The 9th's Cavalry had formed up in the plains south of their camp, turned to the woods and waited for the 6th Ushtar to come out. Their horses were eager and some jumped and kicked in the air before their riders managed to calm them down, the smell of the Worgs had made them not nervous, but bold. These specially trained warsteeds knew how to avoid entering in panic by turning it in eagerness to join battle.

The Cencoris leading the Cohort sounded the horn again and the soldiers formed up in three groups, each separated by a distance of ten metres. Each group with three lines deep. The middle group was the largest, with three hundred mounted warriors while the ones in their flanks had one one hundred soldiers each. The scalemail armor of the Legionnaires clambed in the Darkening's breeze and saliva fell from their mounts' mouths. The entire Cohort eyed the woods with hate and revenge in mind, weapons held tight and feet ready to order their warsteeds onsward.

From where they stood they could see the woods west of Espian Tower and where they knew their camp was located and the enemy was attacking. They wouldn't run away, they would stay and face the enemy, but they would do it on their own terms. They had been ambushed, their escape route had been cut down but now they would fight like true warriors, they would fight like Legionnaires.

Toulan, the leader of the Cavalry, a large man by normal standards (some say he was a Vagaran with some Giant's blood running on his veins) didn't want to present himself before Eyvind Redbeard, the leader of Manjet at this time, covered in shame and blood from his men, he wanted to bring him the heads of Orcs and Worgs alike with said heads showing panic and fear from the ones who had mercilessly slaughtered them, his men, the 2nd Cohorti of the 1st Daos of the 9th Imperial Legion, the Manjet.

"Men! This is our trial of blood! Here we will show the Greenskins what we are made of and they will fear us for it! They will fear us so badly they will give up on fighting and retreat to their mountain holds to find some hiding! But we will hunt them down! We will hunt them down like the animals they are and slay and smash them like we smash a worm under our boot! Shoot them to death!"

And as one the five hundred men pulled the strings of their recurved bows and shot their burning arrows to the camp. Once more an impressive show of light and fire rose in the air and vanished in the forest ahead. The sound of the enemy drew near but still they kept shooting to their camp (and the enemy) until the first Worg rider appeared in the middle of the trees, then they would shoot their hatred enemy at point blank, grab their weapons and prepare for battle under the orders of their leader, Toulan Ulfsson, Cencoris of the Manjet, Hammer of the Legion.