Meanwhile, beyond the shoulders of the group at the refugee camp a full company of Blades began to assemble and line up from within the city. The combined noise of their chain began to rattle off the stone walls as each man took up his place and stood to attention. The Captain barked his orders as the last few arrived and an uneasy quiet settled over the column. A single chocobo strode out from the gate and walked along them to stop about half way.
"Left FACE!", the Captain cried out. At his command sixty-seven men abruptly turned left to face the mounted soldier, while thirteen turned right only to quickly about face and attempt to regain their composure. Coatleque groaned quietly from atop the bird as her eyes closed momentarily. Shaking off her dissatisfaction she drew her sword and held it straight while she addressed the men before her. She was oblivious to anything happening in the camp for the time being.
"Left FACE!", the Captain cried out. At his command sixty-seven men abruptly turned left to face the mounted soldier, while thirteen turned right only to quickly about face and attempt to regain their composure. Coatleque groaned quietly from atop the bird as her eyes closed momentarily. Shaking off her dissatisfaction she drew her sword and held it straight while she addressed the men before her. She was oblivious to anything happening in the camp for the time being.
