The Half a month that Vardon gave was about to co. Lucen was now standing in front of all the mbers of Thornefang. The new recruits in front of him no longer looked like new recruits.
The soldiers from the capital were sent back ho since they could no longer continue training due to the incoming monster wave.
Lucen looked at the new mbers of Thornefang. Their stances were steady, their shoulders squared, their arquebuses held without trembling. Smoke and sweat had burned the softness from their faces.
Of course, there were so who had already been to many battlefields before, and there were others who were talented enough that the training they received did not change them much.
Daniel was still the lazy man who kept on yawning, despite looking very nice in the new uniform.
Thrall was feeling incredibly uncomfortable in wearing the uniform, but he was very excited by the thought of what Lucen was about to say, as he could sll the scent of an upcoming battle.
Veronica looked even more stunning in her Thornefang uniform; her old shield was replaced with the shield given to her that had a small slot where she would shoot. She still had her spear, but it was now a secondary weapon.
Bram was able to adapt quickly to the new weapons and was now carrying two arquebuses, one of which was the normal one and the other the Thunderstor.
Lucen’s eyes lingered on each of them, Daniel with his lazy yawn, Thrall vibrating like a hound before the hunt, Veronica calm and unshakable behind her new shield, Bram with his reckless confidence and double guns.
Unlike the other recruits, these four with the strongest personalities did not change, and if they did, it wasn’t much.
The older mbers of Thornefang stood in front of the group, and his right-hand man, Harlik, was standing beside him.
Lucen stood before all of them, about ready to say sothing. Normally, at this mont, he would use Acting Adept to increase the chances of inspiring them, but today he felt like using his own words.
Besides, with how many tis he had used Acting Adept, so of the qualities of the characters he acted out were still lingering within him.
Lucen let the silence stretch, the weight of it pressing on every chest in the yard. The cold northern wind tugged at their cloaks and uniforms, carrying with it the faint scent of gunpowder that seed to cling to Ironhold itself.
"Tomorrow we will be marching to the First Fortress. We call it that, since it is the fortress that confronts whatever cos from the deep north. It is our first defense against whatever monsters co to us."
Lucen’s voice rang across the yard, steady as steel.
"All of us here should have never seen a monster wave. That’s good. It just ans our first taste of it will be with Thornefang, not with strangers who don’t know if they can trust the man beside them. I trust in you lot who have forged yourselves together into an unstoppable force."
Lucen’s gaze swept across the gathered soldiers. Not a single one looked away.
"This monster wave threatens everything we wish to defend. Our holand, our family, ourselves. I know so of you might think that this might be an easy mission and we would only be there to support the knights of Stellhart that my Father leads, but do not take this lightly."
Lucen’s tone and look beca sharper.
"Even the renowned Knight of Stellhart the shiels of Norvaegard are not sure that they would be able to get ho safely. So we must show this monster wave the might of Thornefang, and its overwhelming firepower!"
A low murmur rippled through the ranks, swelling into a roar. Boots stamped, arquebuses butts struck stone, the yard thundered with the sound of n and won who had chosen to stand as one.
Thrall shouted first, his grin savage. "Ti for a hunt!"
Daniel only sighed, rubbing his eyes mid-yawn. "I guess it’s ti to work," he muttered, though even his lazy drawl couldn’t hide the spark of resolve in his eyes.
Veronica raised her shield, and she roared alongside the others. This was her chance to make her na known, to push onward to fulfill Erwin’s dream.
Bram said nothing. He simply checked the equipnt in his hands. He was ready to go to battle. His eyes were hard, shadowed by mories no one dared ask about, but his silence carried as much weight as any cheer.
Lucen let their voices and movents rise, then raised his hand. The clamor fell away like a tide.
"Rember this," he said, his tone steady, ironclad. "We are marching to protect Norvaegard and to prove that firepower can shield Norvaegard better than steel alone. The very second we see that monster wave..."
His hand clenched into a fist.
"...then we will bury it in lead and fla."
The yard erupted again, a thunderous chant of Thornefang! Thornefang! rolling against the walls of Ironhold.
Lucen held their gaze one last ti, then turned sharply on his heel. The speech was over. It was ti to rest, as for tomorrow, resting would be a privilege.
***
That night, Ironhold did not sleep easily. The recruits sharpened bayonets until sparks flew, veterans sat in silence with their arquebuses across their knees, and the cold northern wind carried the restless scent of smoke across the fortress city.
The following day arrived, the knights of Stellhart, alongside the elite soldiers, were in formation and were about ready to march.
***
The banners of Stellhart snapped in the wind, blue and silver against the pale northern sky. The Thornehart family banner, as well as the Thornefang banner, were also swaying in the wind. They caught the morning light like frozen fla, a symbol of the Iron Duke’s shield raised once more.
The sound of hooves, steel, and wooden wheels clattering in unison filled the air like a war drum.
Vardon sat tall at the very front, his presence a wall of iron that none dared look away from. Behind him, Sir Thalos rode with the knights of Stellhart, n clad in plate, their azure trimd cloaks trailing, lances like a forest of steel catching the light. So of the knights were equipped with the Crimson Lord Mk IV, like Lucen. Their disciplined silence was almost oppressive.
Then ca the soldiers, their lines steady, so holding spears, and others had arquebuses cradled in their arms. Powder horns and swords at their belts.
At the rear, Thornefang marched. They looked different, less like a knight’s retinue, more like a new breed of warband.
Their arquebuses glead in the gray light, the Thunderstorms heavier and bulkier than standard guns, slung across the backs of the strongest.
War wagons creaked forward, armored beasts of wood and iron, their wheels reinforced, their iron-bound sides braced. Mounted upon them were the Thunderspears, long, nacing cannons
Lucen rode at the head of his unit, the cold air biting at his face, the trench coat he was wearing fluttering a little in the wind. Harlik was riding beside him, with Robert as well.
Despite not needing to join in this battle, Robert insisted that he be there to see how the inventions he and Lucen created fare in a real battle.
He was also there to make sure that Lucen got ho safely. He did not want the person who helped him advance to the future to die from sothing like a monster wave.
To Robert, the only death worthy of Lucen would be dying while he was creating sothing, or while he was comprehending the truths of the world.
***
From the walls and streets of Ironhold, the people gathered. Blacksmiths still in soot-stained aprons, rchants who had closed their stalls, children perched on shoulders to catch a glimpse, all stood to see their protectors march.
Among the crowd of people was Lucen’s younger brother, Cael, and the old butler Vahn. The two ca to bid goodbye alongside the citizens to the warriors going to battle.
A cheer rose, ragged at first, then swelling like a tide.
"Iron Duke!"
"For Stellhart!"
The voices of the city clashed together, pride and desperation woven into every cry. Won tossed sprigs of northern pine into the road, a traditional gesture for safe return. Old n raised their gnarled hands in salute, rembering the last wave and those who never ca back.
The knights of Stellhart kept their discipline, eyes forward, their armored steps falling like the toll of a bell. The soldiers in the middle ranks held firm, though more than a few let faint smiles slip as the crowd called their nas.
But it was when Thornefang passed that the cheering shifted. The people leaned forward, eyes wide at the strange new weapons rolling past, the Thunderstorms glinting in the sun, the war wagons dragging the iron-throated Thunderspears like beasts of war.
"Thornefang!"
"Send those bloody monsters back to the abyss they ca from!"
Unlike the knights and soldiers under Duke Vardon, the mbers of Thornefang properly waved at the crowd cheering for them.
Thrall grinned like a wolf, baring his teeth to the crowd. Daniel tipped his head and yawned. Veronica lifted her shield so that people would rember her, her spear resting at her side like a banner. Bram never looked away from the road ahead.
Lucen smiled at the sight before him. Getting such a celebration as they were going to battle made him feel excited. It was like a truly beautiful cutscene, with the falling snow.
The people’s cheers followed them long after they had crossed the outer gate, fading into the distance until all that remained was the creak of wagons and the steady rhythm of marching boots.
The ti to protect what they hold dear was upon them; it was ti to face the monster wave.
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