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"Ya! Ya!! Ya!!!", The sound of battle could be heard from the very way Lucian's men rode their horses, their wolves hyped up for war, their tongues and fangs, their blades thirsty for more blood.

They held onto the reins of the horse, holding it tightly, flipping them in command as the horses obeyed as rode faster. The horses neighed in pain, yet they increased their paces as the men dragged the reins tightly.

Their body bouncing and jerking up as the horses galloped over the dead trees, the logs of woods which laid on the ground, stagnant dirty water and large rocks.

The femurs and the internal cannons of the horse, the metacarpals of the horses limbs stretched powerfully with every swift move the horse made in it's movement, and with every high jump which the horse made, it's limbs were stretched beyond Normal as the men who sat on then also felt the strength of their various beasts.

The riders of the horses, trained in the art and skill of horse riding rode their horses skillfully,