Siegfried hung back from the battle, watching below. His general had already left, leaving him in charge. He felt a small pang of guilt for betraying him like this, but he remembered a bit of advice the general had given him.
A soldier doesn't serve a country he doesn't believe in. A soldier doesn't serve a cause he won't die for. A soldier, a true warrior, fights for his own ideals and those with the strength to make their ideals a reality, win.
Siegfried smiled, then mounted his horse. He turned to his officers as they rode up behind him.
"Report. Did any of them turn?"
"Out of 600 men, 350 have decided to follow you."
"Excellent."
He turned to look down at the chaos below, smirking.
"Looks like I'm not the only one revolting here. Group the ones who refused to join me and have them lead the charge. At the first possible moment we leave the battle, and let them take the Gates."
The officers saluted and moved back to organize the troops. Siegfried chuckled to himself.
"Friends and foe, unite on the field of battle. The symphony of steel sing out to an applause of blood, and the only price to pay is death. Indeed, Vicaross, war is a beautiful event..."
He rode back to his men, closing a helmet over his face. He wouldn't reveal himself to his old friends JUST yet...