The trumpets sounded,
their sharp noise echoed through my head.
Horses galloped, my men charged.
a grim expression fixed on their face.
A single arrow,
whistling and twirling through the air,
landed with a soft thud straight through his heart.
The first kill.
The battle had begun.
I was dressed no differently to anybody else,
but I was still frowned upon,
My armour glinted in the morning sun
and it was with determination,
a horrible yet confident type of determination
that I spurred my horse forward
out into the midst of battle.