Gods grace shall pour down on us if we do His will! It shall pour down like the rain, soaking and penetrating everything in His overwhelming might and power! If we fight for our Holy Lord honourably, all will be ours! Now march onward, to glory and eternal salvation! We let out a great cheer, a cheer that seemed to shake the ground. We knew that together, we would be a mighty rock and fortress, unshaken by the storm raging around us. I shivered as a blast of icy wind seemed to freeze my mail tunic against my very body. The icy sensation of the frosty steel shook me awake as I turned to my general, Grandmaster Theodericus. Sitting calmly on his trusty steed, leaning forward in an attitude of prayer, I knew he was an inspiration to us all, and also an inspiration to Christendom as a whole. The noble master had seen my selfless sacrifice and bravery in battle and had added me into his cadre of loyal bodyguards; an elite of the order. Brother knights loyal to the cross and to the Grandmaster, always ready to fearlessly rush upon the infidels, leading the battle lines into fatal combat. I turned from my thought to the rich deep voice of Theodericus, now muttering his prayers aloud, barely audible enough for the closest of his cadre to hear. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight
Mail shirts jingled behind me as our Hospitaller allies formed behind Theodericus, impetuous to charge. With just one bodyguard between myself and Theodericus, I had a perfect unobstructed view of the Grandmaster. Shining in my red and black mail, my black and yellow shield braced against my left arm, and strong in the might of the Lord, I felt invincible at that moment. Letting out a great battle cry with the whole of the crusader army, I gazed eagerly as Theodericus raised both his head and his blade. Men of our Holy Lord, this day will be given to us! Victory will be ours! Crusaders, attack! Although his last words were drowned out by a great peal of thunder, none of us questioned what his commands were. We charged forwards mightily, following a magnificently bright flash of lightning blistering the field between ourselved and the Fatamids. We knew the Lord himself was here with us, leading the way and inspiring us through the mighty electric light from heaven.
TotW 79b: "The Leader" {unparalleled photography by Vespasian92}
It is his pic after all. Does any one think this may be a sort of 
