Thundering Hooves.

Time to move.

Onward.

To battle.

It's time for me to cast off everything and go about doing what I need to do.

Armies assembled, banners raised.

The trumpet awaits.

Waiting for the purifying flames of combat.

Restrained eagerness, bridled passion.

Calculated maneuvers, cold tactics.

Thundering hooves, muted breaths.

Clanging shields, floating swords.

I'm moving.

Into battle.

No fear.

None.