“Right!” Cylus was no stranger to combat but he would not refuse the advice of a seasoned tactician. He moved quickly to his position as the fighting began. It wasn't near them yet since the enemy still had to come from their camps, but that didn't mean that they didn't have agents within the Concilium’s ranks.

The swordsman drew his blade once again, the leather grip comfortable in his calloused hands. He held the blade at the ready, at his right. As he stood, the sound of a fierce battle could be heard from the north. He couldn't help but wonder when he'd be given the order to advance, but as far as he was concerned the Prince’s life should be preserved at all costs. So, he would remain where he was for the time being.

Not even a minute after the battle began he heard the yelling of a strong female voice. “DON’T GIVE THEM AN INCH! PRESS THE ATTACK!” It was General Mira Thael, Cylus’ eldest sister. He couldn't see her but could clearly hear her over all of the commotion. She appeared out of the fray and stopped in the group's camp, she never stopped shouting orders. 

She was atop a white horse and her steel armor gleamed in the sunlight. She stabbed her steel claymore, which she held aloft with one arm while the other controlled her steed, in different directions as she barked orders.