"<span style="font-style: italic">Men, and Women, This time, we will make sure our cousins from the city die. This is the last time we will be oppressed by them. Let me Hear it... Let me hear your pride."</span>Skyrie spoke glancing at her with a look that sent shivers right down her spine. The look made her recall the night before. And all of the sudden she had the urge to cry. She sucked in a breath of air. Tasting the air as if it would be her last breath. Her eyes were watery and she couldnâ€™t bare starring skyrie in the eyes for too long.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Though our gods may be dead, I would like to utter our war prayer again." </span>She lowered her head preparing for the war prayer once again.<span style="font-style: italic"> "By the darkness you bring light, by the night day, and through war you give us peace. Bring us to your eternal heavan Sire, and remember us by your light." </span>She heard his words, which went through her with great power. Then there was a moment of silence. Until, Skyrie spoke again.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Its time. Move out. We march on our brethern." </span>That was when skyrie backed away and the crowd roared so loud that it hurt her ears.<br/><br/>Surina sighed. The crowd was just about done with their chanting. She turned around to look at skyrie. Unsure of what the outcome would be from this war.  Then took her place in front of the soldiers. "Now I want the cavalry , and footmen to head into battle first. Those that have ranged weapons, please be reasonable and stay a safe distance from the battlefield. We are in no position to lose anyone." She smiled weakly. "This is tough for everyone â€¦so please do your bestâ€¦but your best foot forward." She nodded her final dismissal it was time to move out.