Brand pulled out the Azure Light Piercing, the leaf-shaped Elf Sword pointing distantly towards the battlefield, ordering his knights to prepare to enter. Over seventy meters away, there was no imagined headlong charge; the riders tightened their reins, keeping their warhorses in small strides. More than fifty cavalry crossed a small forest and appeared on the other side in the empty sight of the skeleton soldiers.
The Black Knight Sasar immediately felt a tremendous headache. He couldn't help but urge the warhorse beneath him into a trot, waving his heavy Fine Steel Longsword, shouting over the white forest of bones:
"Turn, turn, you idiots!"
"Third row, fourth row, level your spears, quick, maggots!"
He cursed venomously with a hollow, raspy voice, dividing the skeleton soldiers under his command into two parts. One part met Frey's Self-defense Corps, while the other prepared to engage the human cavalry that had suddenly appeared on the other side.
