One step. Two steps. Ten steps.
Slow and composed, Aaron walked deliberately toward the hordes of knights, each of his measured steps resonating with deep fear in the hearts of most knights, their armored forms trembling slightly under the weight of his unyielding presence.
"Don't cower before the enemy. Use the crescent formation," the commander ordered firmly, his voice brimming with unshakeable confidence that bolstered the waning morale of the knights, igniting a spark of resolve in their eyes.
The knights followed the order of the general with perfect coordination, their movements honed from years of rigorous training.
The front ranks split down the middle, parting like a relentless tide to either side of the dusty battlefield.
Each wing curved outward in a sweeping arc, riding along the flanks before gradually bending back inward to form a wide, encompassing crescent that shimmered under the harsh sunlight.
