[i]Well, Isabella would issue an order out for the dragon to depart, thus it served as a message for the others to come around for the actual assault.[/i] [i]Three armored horses, and a small cavalry would arrive into the Dojo, bypassing the guards and pushing past the crowding soldiers and members of the Dojo. Proud, white and purple banners were risen above by the men and the woman that accompanied the three warriors, as they dismounted their steeds and approached the gaping portal.[/i] [i]The first of the three was a man, the oldest of the four that had arrived. He was fully armored in a shining suit of steel plate armor. Layers of tight chainmail coated him underneath the metal, his face hidden by a barbuta-styled helm. A longsword was tightly grasped within his hands, the weapon's pommel shaped in the head of a lion.[/i] [i]The second was a female, built for agility and athletic prowess, yet armored at a lighter rate compared to the man. Shades of purple ran through her links of chainmail and leather, while she tightly gripped a strong, sharpened trident, bladed at each end. It was the most superb of the weapons there, yet intricate and versatile at the same time.[/i] [i]The third to arrive was a mage, yet still garbed in the armor of a knight. A small dagger hung at his belt, while he appeared to be only a few years younger than the trident-bearing woman. A cloak coated his back, hanging from his shoulders, while a tome was tightly strapped to his waist.[/i]