The drizzle had ceased, but the wind persisted. The feathered helmets of the warriors shook like the trees in the forest, ominously pointing towards the sky.
Aweit carefully identified the flags on the opposite bank of the river, then suddenly smiled, "It's my old friend. The new Cazonci of Tarasca, Su'angua, who ascended to the throne two years ago."
"Su'angua?" Xiulote curiously looked at the enemy commander surrounded by axe-wielding warriors. "Is he formidable?"
"He's a decent commander, very tenacious in battle, and adept at motivating his troops," Aweit reflected.
"He had just ascended the throne two years ago. My elder brother, the former King Asayacatl, thought it a good opportunity to subjugate Tarasca, so he mobilized thirty thousand samurai and seventy thousand militia, invading the Xitaqualo regions of the Tarascans from the southern states of the Alliance."