To war

Erik looked in agitation as he watched the horse riders charge forward.
"Can't there be a day without war."
He looked at Balar, who was getting his axe in hand, while beside him, Majvok had already notched an arrow. Crumpling the kite-thing, he held his hammer in both hands and took a stance, ready to charge.
"By the gods, can't we ever get a break?" Dyvia stood next to Erik, warhammer in hand as well.
"You look like you have the right idea."