The Dragon's Wrath - Part 2

The only card that he had to play to counter those three thousand men were two hundred of his own cavalry. A reckless, suicidal charge. If they dared to stay long enough to end up in a melee, even if it be against archers, they would quickly find themselves overwhelmed.

Volguard almost felt sinful giving the order, especially to the Commander that led them. He knew Commander Yorick well by now. He found him to be a mild, and pleasant man. A strangely normal soldier amongst the mighty odd Patrick men. Where the others seemed to have something that set them apart from the masses, Yorick had nothing, and he stood out more for it. His were simply the efforts of a normal man, trying to do his duty to his Lord, and trying to fight the fears of the battlefield that the ordinary man ought to have.