Ola's battle-ax slammed onto the stone bricks, the shock numbing his palms.
The Knights exchanged glances.
"My Lord Baron, the Countess..." a young Knight began in a low voice.
"Shut up!" Ola roared. "Get back to your posts! And watch your horses!"
The Knights didn't dare say another word. They reined their horses around and returned to their formation.
Ola stood alone at a battlement, his chest heaving like a caged bear.
He watched the Multi-Armed Race Warriors moving slowly on the beach below and clenched his fists.
'My hands are fucking itching for a fight.'
Barrett leaned against a battlement on the other side, his gaze locked on the beach.
"One hundred," Barrett said to the Centurion at his side.
"Yes, sir. Exactly one hundred, a full company," the Centurion replied, his hand resting on the horn at his waist. "They're moving slowly. The sand is making them sink."
Cash heard the roars of frustration from his clansmen around him.
