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If he was a different man, one who was valorous in all forms, Lucian might have made a speech right then. Speaking out towards the Peasants who fight under his crow-banner. Such a speech would rise the spirits of all the men and make them each feel value in the coming fight.
Maybe then they would not run.
And that was the issue that Lucian had. These men would run the moment that someone in front of them died. The only reason a full route would not come was because they feared the blade of Lucian or could not see the full slaughter.
For such a state of affairs he could not bring himself to try and inspire them. They did not deserve it for their purpose here was simply to take the initial shock of the attack for the Men-At-Arms and Knights. Fodder for the breeze as Lucian gained an understanding of warfare.
With a strike of the reins Nightshade began moving forward. Those who heard the crack quickly moved out of the way as others almost screamed in terror as the black horse loomed over them. The chainmail that hung on the side of Nightshade rattled as the horse arrived at the front of the lines.
At their side was Adok who had a wicked smile, “Right in front of the action eh? Great!”
<span class="mu-s">“WAAAGH!!!” </span>
The warcry of the orcs rolling through the valley arrived close to them. At the fore of their forces however was the Wolf-Riders who had the most wicked smiles upon their faces.
Lucian raised his scythe into the air and held it there for a moment. The sun hung in the sky above, yet the armor of Lucian did not shine. The charcoaled armor simply taking in all the light and gives none in return.
As if it was death upon the field the Goblins tried to stop their steeds from coming towards the Black Knight. They were not successful and the moment one of the beasts tried to jump upon Lucian both the wolf and the rider were bisected with a strike by the rune-enforced scythe.
