Story:

And the Uesugi took the chance.

The silver cavalry disengaged in perfect order, wheeled, and regrouped at the north—and as the demon force shuffled to follow Miu's screaming orders, the Uesugi's main force of 5 thousands elite riders arrived, fresh squadrons flowing onto the field in gleaming ranks.

And at their head rode their commander.

The Dragon of Echigo.

A fearsome samurai rider whose presence alone steadied the whole battlefield—an aura of righteousness radiating from her like heat off a forge, courage given to every ally within sight of her banner.

Yet her long blue hair flowed unbound beneath the helmet's crest, streaming behind her like a war-banner of silk, lending a touch of femininity atop the valor—a beauty and a terror in one rider, the kind of figure old songs warned kings about.

She drew her katana, raised it high so the whole plain caught its gleam—

—and the Silver Cavalry, reformed and howling, about to charge in full formation once more.