ANZAC
Commander: u/MilkLover159 aka MontgomeryUSA The sun is setting in the West, the crickets begin to chirp, and just when the enemy starts to let down their guard, they hear a low rumble of hooves in the distance. Their bleary eyes squint towards the horizon, and they are blinded by a searing light, as if the sun itself had become angered and decided to rise again full of fury. As their eyes adjust, they are met with a vision from their nightmares: a host of knights descending upon them - their armour gleaming bright in this golden hour.