Two columns of men emerged from the wall of the overpass, and marched perpendicularly into the road. The columns were initially three men wide, but as they reached the wall in the other side of the road, the soldiers started to slowly march to the sides, so as to open space for the soldiers still pouring into the road. Blue was the color that blocked the way of the cars; blue and white. Oval shields formed a wall with two long, horizontal, white stripes in both ways of the road, topped by the eventual mane with a whisper of silver or black. By the time they stopped pouring into the road, the formation was already over ten men deep on both sides, and a space was left open in between the blocks of men.
The space soon was filled, though, as two or three dozens of mounted men quickly filled it with banners of the same two colors that already clogged the road. The horsemen had iron scale armor and helmets completely covered in colorful manes of countless colors. The horses’ manes were also dyed to match their rider’s, making a weird combination with the dark brown of the horses. As the last of the horsemen made lines behind the infantrymen, the three last men emerged from the wall.
These three were different. First there were their horses: much bigger than the average destrier ridden by the others. The snout was also ever so slightly shorter, and the heads carried magnificent dark grey, ram-like horns, curving downwards, and then forward. But, even with all this differences, the horses were still the same color as the others, or so close it didn’t matter. These were covered with cloth, meant not to protect, but to flaunt colors and coats of arms.
Of the three, two came up front, identical; a mirror couldn’t do it better. They carried the longest lances, meant to show the waving white crow in blue background, rather than actually be used in battle. Their armor was of plate, with a blue spread-winged crow in one of their chests, and a white one in the other’s. They had no helmets, revealing young, slightly oval faces, with very effeminate traces and blue eyes. Their hairs, closer to grey than to black, were tied in ponytails that reached the height of their shoulder blades. Hanging in the left side of their horses, there were three horns, of different sizes and ornate with different metals. The bigger was ornate with gold, the middle one, with bronze, and the smallest with iron.
The third man was the last to enter the road. He was visibly older than the twins that came up front, but had a more well-built body than them. Unlike literally every other man, he was unarmored, and carried no weapons. His face was rough, marked by time. The beard wasn’t particularly big or bushy, but somehow seemed like a very defining trait of his face. His green eyes showed experience where the twins’ showed eagerness, and where their hair was straight and tidy, his was a wavy mess, but also shorter and of same color. His vests were something you’d expect from a noble in court: a blue tunic with a white resting crow in the heart. Armored by a small army, and armed with authority, he paced to the center of everything.
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