[b][u]Lieutenant Karras[/u][/b]

As he neared his destination, the distinct-yet-distant sound of musketry became audible. If any of Milos's men had been flagging or half-asleep, they were now fully alert. Milos himself was actually relieved - it meant his men were still holding out. Complete silence would have been even more alarming.

"Dragoons!" He shouted back to the men behind him. "Form up on me!" His men moved to obey, bringing their mounts closer and forming a single line. He would not order a more advanced formation just yet, as it would surely shake apart by the time he reached the enemy. "At the canter!" Milos shouted, spurring his mount forward.