"FOR THE BLACK CAT!" [i]Alric's voice rang out from the lines, riding toward the wall of the city with hundreds of dojo warriors at his back.[/i] "FOR THE DOJO!" [i]The Lady Elizabeth, who just a few days prior had Desserted the cause yelled out from besides the Bloody Witcher. It was clear he had taken Alpha's advice to heart, to offer a second chance. [/i] "FOR THE BURNING KING!" [i]The younger voice of a sergeant yelled out, leading two dozen soldiers of the Burning Isles into combat. The Burning King, Armand Leo, had only offered up the bastard children of his fellow lords instead of offering some of the thousands of troops he had. It would have to do, Alric supposed. [/i] "FOR THE DIGHT!" [i]The knightly voice of Ser Jeremiah yelled, running alongside the cavalry and actually managing to keep up somehow.[/i] [i]More cries resounded from the army that had gathered, numbering in the small thousand as they charged at the wall. They were proud, honourable, and most of them would most likely not survive the night. This was war, however. Death came with war. Alric knew this fact all too well, thinking back to the Battle of Wolveshire Keep. How many had died? And how many more had died in the Northern Wars that had occurred? So many dead... Alric pushed the thoughts out of his head as he drew his steel blade, ready for war. [/i]