POV General Laszlo:
The tall stone wall loomed above the forest like a line splitting it in half, throwing its shadow over the landscape.
A tall man with a moustache sat on the horse's back, staring at it. His brown Mongolian-looking lamellar armour was battered with shiny metallic nits of silver, signifying his high rank.
The sound of horses stomping the ground came from behind him as numerous mounted riders advanced through the thick forest. Bows hung from their shoulders, protected by the wide plates of their lamellar armour.
All their faces were hidden under the fully masked metal helmets.
"Soldiers! Foreign powers led by the evil dragon have taken a piece of our land! And we will not tolerate it for as long as we are the Khaftan raiders, the kings of horses and mounted war!"