A thunder unlike anything Lucius had ever heard shook the ground. A violent rumbling that made the stones around his feet dance. Deep in the third line of the imperial army, Lucius could go home with a dry sword. In his first campaign, he only saw fighting once, and that was enough to put fear in him for a lifetime. But this endless thunder triggered a primal fear in him.

“What the hell is that thunder? Sounds like the sky itself is going to fall.” - Lucius said out loud.

The imperial soldier lifted himself on his toes, trying to catch a glimpse of the battlefield between the spears and helmets of his brothers in arms.

“That’s no thunder, son.” - an older soldier next to him said - “That sounds like a cavalry charge.”

“And what should we do?” - Lucius asked, wide-eyed.

“Well, in a few minutes, we will most probably die.” - the veteran replied calmly.

The first time you hear a cavalry charge headed in your direction, you’d think the world was about to end. And for most people on the receiving end of it, it did. The ground was shaken by two thousand men, riding their horses at full speed towards the main body of the imperial army, ready to pierce its heart with no other hope of winning than knowing a god up above was protecting them.