[center][b] Marvyn Kayne [/b][/center]

Marvyn only nodded at his lord's joke, not allowing himself to laugh or break his stern, commander's compose. The vulture jokes had long outgrown their humor, and now only the nickname had stuck, thank's to none other than Renault himself, announcing "The victorious vulture!!" upon Marvyn's successful raids in the river-lands. After the dozenth time or so, everyone from Ash Falls to Kings Landing had heard the joke. 
As the wake rode in front of the center infantry battalion, Marvyn could see the oncoming group of galloping horsemen quickly approaching. As they got closer, it became clear it was one of the scouting forces riding out in front of the main host. Leading the group, Radford, commander of the scouting parties. His ability to use his hawk as a forward scout made the decision quite easy for Marvyn and allowed for the boy to gain experience in a commander's position. 

"Father, Lord Kayne, I've come to inform you that Lord Ryger's forces are only a few kilometers east of here, and they are headed this way." the young Lord explained. Marvyn looked to his old friend, giving a slight grin. Sometimes the gods can be just, others than can be a massive cock, today however, they we're bountiful. On the left side of the Lashton host, sat a large rocky hill, impossible for a horse to traverse, surrounded by a low density forest. On the right side of the host, sits a river that runs from the Godseye all the way to the blackwater, separating the forest from the dirt road they traveled. He knew this trade road, and the options for open fields for battle were thin, and they stood in a rather good spot for a surprise attack.

"Radford, I want you to pull back the scouts and have them spread the word, we are preparing an ambush." Marvyn turned slightly, gaining the attention of the men who sat on horseback around him. Clearing his throat, he spoke in his booming commanders's voice. 
"I want every longbow men available on the western face of the hill, bows pointed east, no one comes down this path without us knowing. I want crossbowmen hidden in the tree line behind the river, out of sight, ready to strike. Steel hawks are to form up in a tight formation half a kilometer down the path. Center battalion is to form up behind them, left and right battalions maintain the flanks."

Marvyn motioned with his hands as his voice boomed over the troops, who had already begun to move. Turning back to Radford, he spoke again, "I want you to take all of the light cavalry we have and take them around the back side of the hill and be ready to come in and flank when the time is right." He commanded, trusting Radford would know when the time to strike was. Turning to the force under his direct command, The wake, he ordered his horse archers to split in half and cover either flanks of the steel hawks. The idea was to extend the front line, so when Lord Ryger approached he would think the entirety of the Lashton host was in line traveling down the path, and this would also prevent the Ryger's to get an accurate estimate of Lashton forces, as they could not see the troops behind the front line of horsemen. The soldiers of the lashton army moved with quick haste to fall into their positions, preparing for battle that was looking to be a slaughter.