At the base of Horsepasture Hill, the Eagle Legion was fully arrayed for battle.
At the narrow entrance, the sword-and-shield infantry stood in a wide arc, shields raised. Behind them, the spearmen braced their weapons upright, poised for combat.
Each soldier exhaled white puffs of breath into the frigid morning air, only for the cold wind to sweep them away in seconds. Tension was carved into every face; hands flexed and feet shifted as they fought back nerves.
Then came the rumble.
Thoom, thoom, thoom…
The ground began to tremble. Hoofbeats rolled across the plains like thunder, growing louder with every heartbeat. The soldiers tightened their grips on sword, shield, or spear, their fear tinged with a strange, electric anticipation.
The bandits were coming.