"My lord, we are ordered to counter attack!" A scout who climbed up a large tree, hollered excitedly to those down below.
The men quickly grew both anxious and exhilarated, but only one remained uniquely still. My uncle stood there with an eerily detached face, as if all that transpired around him was of no concern or relation to him at all, but then his lips parted as he called softly, his voice neither loud nor empowered with aura "Men."
They instantly stilled, the previous air of boiling enthusiasm receding like the waves after a storm. My uncle then turned, his face now a hardened mask of impenetrable authority "I only have one order for you today. Take no prisoners."
"Yes, my lord Archduke." The men loudly saluted simultaneously.
