But they had gained more important things than simply the lives of the men in front of them. They had regained the top of the hill, and they had regained order.
They came striding, cutting down those banners with Tiberius' terrifying sigil on, and replacing them once more with the fluttering banners of the House of the Dragon, and the House of Blackwell. Dragon and owl looked out from atop their outpost together, and declared all the enemies beneath them inferior. The bannermen thrust their charges into the ground with vitriol. There was a feeling of accomplishment in it that would not have been there if not for the precise nature of the enemy that they faced. That weakness to morale that Tiberius had inflicted using that tactic now became their strength, and the tide came back around, all in their favour.
