Tyrhallan listened quietly hearing the men's murmur and buzz as the news startled them all.
The eager anticipation of the Spider however was alarming, were it not that Tyrhallan knew him well enough and had on occasion tried to talk some sense into him, however futile the effort might be.
If the Vaimese Vanguard send out three frigates, then undoubtedly they meant to strike hard and fast. It's ploy to create such a disarray that their lines would easily be scattered and broken...and if they were not halted there would be little indeed that would be able to pose a threat to them.
"How long before they reach us?"
"Within the hour, the high rise winds have picked up and there's a stormy Western current, undoubtedly created by magic."
Tyrhallan nodded before he raised his hand commanding the attention of his men.
"All right that's enough of that..." He spoke aloud, silencing the murmurs and nervous gossip. 

[b]"My brave brothers and sisters, this is the hour we are called to battle. 
I will not lie to you. The enemy we face is one that has send many a nation to crumble, but even giants stumble and fall. And if we do not stop them in their tracks they will do the same to our kingdom. Remember! To robbery, slaughter, plunder, they give the lying name of empire; they make a desert and dare call it peace.
Fight!
Fight not just for me or yourselves...Fight for those that cannot.
Fight for that is our vow. Protect and defend the weak. 
Fight and we will send the dogs packing, with their tails tucked between their legs. 
For they do not fight for hearth and home. 
We do.
For we are Knights!
For Hearth and Home! For Belisio!"[/b] 

Tyrhallan finished his rallying speech.
As his men started chanted along before falling into position grabbing further gear and awaiting further orders.
Tyrhallan eyed his Senior Knight and two others who were more familiar with his tactics. Men of standing and reputation with the men.
"Sarban, take 5 men of your choosing and approach them from the left flank. Cut us an opening, attack plan Osprey. Firenze, you're taking a handful of your sharpest blades and go lie in wait, set up a series of crossfires get to the refugees and pull them out, the rest will follow old Tyndale. Hold the Fort, till our own forces relieve you. 
I'll be taking a few for a circling attack; The Peregrine." He said as the appointed men gathered closer listening intently. The mentioned knights nodded selecting their needed hands for this plan of action, explaining further actions to the newer faces amongst them.
Tyrhallan turned to Dalmer and to Arn. 
"You two are coming with me, if we get separated, do what you must to halt the enemy's advances. Dalmer...do not make me regret giving you free reign on this. We need to hit hard, preferably taking them out if we can..." He said as his eyes hardened again.
"Move out. We'll take the Dropship."