*** CONTENT WARNING: LANGUAGE***
Up on the farthest cusp of the outer-most cliff of the mountain pass, a giant of a man stood at the edge. He watched as a large group of southerners rode towards the entrance to the pass like the devil himself was chasing them.
Murdoc Campbell watched the tiny force with a large grin plastered on his face. The fight wouldn't last as long as he'd hoped because there were so few Alconians, but it would be an interesting battle none the less. He could already see his target careening towards him at a decent pace.
"Gimme them field specs," Murdoc practically barked.
As another Highlander handed the binoculars to him, the overgrown man peered through them, then laughed boisterously. He turned and adjusted the binoculars until the details of Tidas face came into focus. A sound akin to a growl bubbled up in his throat as he stared at his target..