[At King Harlaus's roar, the comrades galloping around you seemed to grow even more excited. Several Swadia Knights wearing pointed helmets had downright fanatical expressions on their faces.]
[A newcomer in every sense, you could not relate to these comrades through a set of memories alone. But on this dangerous battlefield, your only choice was to keep up with those around you. You adjusted your horse's speed and rejoined the Heavy Cavalry line, staying close to the gleaming King Harlaus.]
[In a war of this scale, only sticking together could improve your chances of survival. Even someone as powerful as you was no exception.]
[After the mass of Swadia Knights broke through the fragile Rhodoks heavy infantry line, you noticed the enemy rapidly changing formation as the Swadia Cavalry Corps closed in.]
[The Veteran Spear Wielders who had been preparing to support the Rhodoks sergeants formed small squares right where they stood. Many Swadia Knights who had just broken through the enemies before them had no time to avoid these formations-or had never intended to avoid them at all-and slammed straight into them.]
[For a moment, Rhodoks Veteran Spearmen sent flying by the impact and Swadia Knights thrown with their horses as spears stopped their charge plunged the eastern side of the battlefield into chaos.]
[The Rhodoks Veteran Spearmen who had already advanced used their own flesh and blood to slow the charge of roughly half the Swadia Knights. Those spearmen who had yet to leave the main Rhodoks force simply halted at its outermost edge and formed tight ranks.]
[On the distant hillside, large numbers of Rhodoks Sharpshooters in green surcoats and short mail shirts had turned toward you, Siege Crossbows in hand, and were taking aim.]
[Clearly, they had received new orders after previously firing on the Swadia