The soldiers stood around the barracks slumping not knowing entirely what to do. Idiots, he thought. “What are you fools doing! The Krolians are literally knocking on your door and you slumps find it hard to get out of bed!”

At the sound of their prince’s voice they snapped into action. Within a half hour they stood at attention, rank-n-file outside of the barracks. Ratharius stood in front of them, wearing very little armor. He only wore a steel breastplate, the rest toughened leather. On his right side hung a sword he had pulled from the armory, not wanting to bloody his prized blade in the castle’s war room.

“Men, I’m not a general and there’s no point in a speech so lets get the job done.” He grunted. The men nodded. Hell he could’ve said go jump off a cliff and they would have been inspired. A click sounded on his left side and he pulled the commlink of his belt. His father’s voice rang through.

“Rath, the Krolians have landed their ground troops. They are on the plain and marching here.”

“Good.”