The clatters of hoofs are trembling on the damp soil, and the neighing of the enclosing cavalry along with battle trance are howling through the thick cold air. The raiders are coming and swirling in between the dense woods.
“ They are here! ” Shouts one of the knights that guard the expedition party.
They can see the raiders shades amidst the tense atmosphere, jumping from one tree to another. One time they are seemingly going to get close, but the next second, they vanished again into the gathering mist of the dewfall.
The raid boss is not someone new in the business. He had instructed his men to tire out and saps away the prey’s concentration by building up their tense and thickening the haze in their mind. He will order the strike at the time when the meat is most tender.