And at this very moment, just outside the Terdun Camp, Winters was shouting with great excitement in Herde Language he had just learned: "We're defeated! We're defeated! Our army is defeated! The fire-tenders are dead!"
With the enhancement of a sound-amplifying spell, his solo shouts equaled the volume of a hundred-man squadron.
How could Colonel Jeska possibly let the people of the Terdon Tribe get a good night's sleep?
The cavalry detachment that was delivering the gunpowder to the Bridgehead Fortress had been detained by the Colonel, just waiting for this moment to come into play.
"Hoorah!" Pierre fiercely spurred his horse's flanks, desperately shouting to embolden himself, swinging his saber like a full moon, cleaving off half a Herde's head with a single strike.
Anglu, Vashka, and Bell closely followed Pierre, similarly brandishing their sabers slashing left and chopping right.