Mars stood on the hill, overlooking the crowd gathered below. The wind whipped his cloak about and the moon seemed to illuminate his ebon skin. One hand strode idly to the zhanmadao strapped to his back and the other hand ran across the skull of Razorwind, the large shadow tiger that rumbled low by his side. The Black Knight narrowed his eyes and shook his head. They should be training warriors, not delivering speeches to the ignorant peasants of the realm. Still if they intended to defeat the regional government and restore the land to order free from corruption, then perhaps Thymm's decision to get the peasantry on their side wasn't all bad. Perhaps there would even be a few fit enough to wield a sword.
Razorwind chuffed and her head whipped around to stair across at the horizon. Mars's gaze followed hers and his eyes widened. Across the moonlit plain a cloud of dust was forming. A certain sign of rapidly approaching cavalry. The governor's Seekers had found them at last. The Black Knight smiled and and closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the metallic ring as the zhanmadao cleared it's sheathe. This was what he lived for. With Razorwind padding down the hill close beside him, Mars, Black Knight of the Society of the Dream headed toward the assembled crowd. Now Thymm would have to see reason, it was no longer a time for words, it was a time for combat.