Mounted upon her cherished horse, Illucia charged headlong into the opposing vanguard. Her troops' morale could not be slowed by dragonflame or enemy blade. "Kill the princess and her army will become no more than an unruly mob!" the rebels' general shouted, yet Illucia's steed was too swift for any to approach. She skillfully maneuvered to his side and swung her sword through his neck. "Whose army was the unruly mob here?" she muttered as she watched her panicked foes escape.