“Ma’am, the head of our enemy, Barabban, is seen at the back of their third troops in their second division.” The cavalry had reconnoitred the surrounding terrain and came back to report his findings to a tall and lithe young lady.
She removed her helmet, released her blonde light curls above her shoulder. A long ponytail tied on top of her head, fashioned like a plume.
She was lightly armoured compared to her troops. Leather skirt, shoulder pads, and elbow guards. Armed with a spear and a shield, she sat on top of a golden stallion.
Scanning her surroundings with her sharp emerald eyes, the tall oak trees were widely distributed, with very little shrubs on the floor. She carefully surveyed the land, meticulously mapping out the undulating hills and valleys. Not missing every piece of s
