Winds that had torn at them for days as they passed through the high valleys were now the heralds that bore the roar of his entire people, their triumph A deafening storm to those who would opose their coming
The sun warmed his skin for the first time in weeks, and he lifted his blade in salute to the lifebringer. In response his people started forward.
It began slow, like the trickle of honey of the comb, with the light glinting of weapons and helmets, mail and buckle, and the clanging rustle married the growing thunder of hooves and feet.
They had defeated the mountains, no man could stop them now.