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The horses whinnied nervously as they caught the sharp tang of fear in the air. Around them, the wind clattered through the raised banners. The sun was high. A knight atop a handsome red horse cantered up to the front line. He had heavy dark armour, crisscrossed with battle scars, bearing the sigil of a roaring tiger on his chest. “Lord Ronald,” the knight rumbled. “The troops are ready.” Lord Ronald nodded, keeping his eyes on the far side of the field. “Thank you, General Tiberius, but I think this can still be solved diplomatically.” The lord spurned his horse on, galloping out onto the field with his ar