Galloping in a concentrated pack, Alexander led his troops towards his destination. Alexander, wearing a brown leather top, drove his horse on mercilessly. Everyone rode in synchronization with one another, all going at the same reckless, determined pace. Alexander's ruddy cheeks took the dirt and grit when it flew in his face, his massive arms tugging at the reins, his over-developed muscular thighs and calves gripping the sides of his great horse. He pushed onward, appearing to enjoy every moment of this breakneck race to reach his prey. He rode relentlessly, but appeared to be settled and relaxed at his steady pace in the rhythm of the march towards Thebes.
At his side was a companion who wore black top, black face mask, and his own black hair accentuated his effort to maintain and keep pace with Alexander. The entire cavalry was bunched together, racing at the same speed, each man keeping up with the leader, as the horses galloped en masse to reach their goal.
Alexander was easy to see, as he wore no helmet so that his long, curly blonde hair distinguished him from the other men. Otherwise, he blended in as one of them, picking up all the dirt and dust from the trail that they followed to the city.
The rhythm of the horses's hooves pounded in the ears of the soldiers, as they clung to the backs of the horses. The horses kicked up dirt and dust, literally pounding the hard surface of the narrow trails. Few could even dare to raise their hands to their face to wipe sweat, grime, or dust from their foreheads. The pace was frenetic but all in motion raced towards a deadline.
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