Following behind the two, his brief smile at Loki as he finally accepted his role in this fading, he unclipped the chest plate from the horse's saddlebag and hooked the straps, armoring up for battle. Holding onto the reins with one hand, he unsheathed his sword, it's white glow a warning to a lot of the Ashwood soldiers as he rode alongside the combined forces of Arindol and Evergreen, his face grim. This would most likely be the first battle of many, and winning it was integral to winning the war.
Turning his gaze to the mass of Ashwood forces in the distance, he glared at them with ferocity, channeling his reservations about the war into rage that he'd use against them.
Turning his gaze to the mass of Ashwood forces in the distance, he glared at them with ferocity, channeling his reservations about the war into rage that he'd use against them.

