The Elite Pekko Unit noticed the signal from Lord Garius—his banner raised high atop the hill, flapping majestically in the wind. Without hesitation, the unit commander bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos of the battlefield.
"Regroup on the hill! Form up near our lord!"
The armored knights urged their Pekkos forward, the mounts squawking eagerly as they raced back to the elevated position. Their movements were swift and disciplined, unlike the chaotic enemy forces struggling to maintain order.
Down below, the enemy soldiers desperately attempted to form a circle, shields raised and weapons trembling in their hands.
But the Pekkos—those strange, bird-like mounts—mocked them.
"Cuquawk! Cuquawk!"
The sound was eerie, like seagulls laughing at doomed sailors before a storm swallowed them whole.
Then, the Pekko riders lifted their strange cylindrical weapons.
The enemy soldiers squinted, confused.