*background of Forhuch forces rampaging over Ymaryn cavalry who they vastly outnumber*
Forhuch 1: Hohoho! I dost not know why these Ymaryn hold such a high reputation, mine associate! They fall before us like a vastly inferior force of cavalry in comparison to our own forces-
Forhuch 2: -which they are!
Forhuch 1: Indeed, my chum! I do reckon that our king hath been fully legitimized by this semi-necessary spectacle of going and beating up a bunch of valley farmers.
Forhuch 2: His prestige phallus has grown to sky-darkening length and girth!
*they idly trample a wounded Ymar, causing him to crack and crunch and generally emit sounds of pain*
Forhuch 1 & 2: Dohohohoho!
Forhuch 2: I canst not believe no one ever tried this before! This is both easy and fun!
*rumbling rises out of the background noise*
Forhuch 1: What is that, I do wonder, bucko of mine?
Forhuch 2: I concur, fellow horse person guy! I propose we intestivigate this phenomenon henceforth!
*they go ride towards the direction of the rumbling, which rises swiftly in volume and intensity*
Forhuch 2: I think I see something on the horizon, chum!
Forhuch 1: What is it, friendo?
Forhuch 2: ...
Forhuch 1: Well, compadrion? What do your horse-elevated eyes see?
Forhuch 2: We appear to be spit-lubed and roasted, my dude.
Forhuch 1: ...Spit-lubed and roasted?
Forhuch 2: As in we're going to be shortly fucked and then incinerated.
*the rumbling resolves into a seemingly endless wall of Ymaryn that shake the ground with their collective footsteps*
Ymaryn: CAW CAW HORSEFUCKERS
*Forhuch pompadours collectively wilt*
No, I don't know why the nomad people resolved themselves into stuffy pseudo-aristocratic mannered assholes.