With a detachment of cavalry, instead of the cavalry and infantry contingent that he had, the game would have been far easier. It would have been more like herding bison. Now, however, they needed a way to both herd the bison, and protect their slower infantry from the trampling that they were soon to suffer.
"URAHHHH! COME AND FIND STEEL YOU VERNA BASTARDS! I'LL TURN THOSE WHEELS OF YOURS INTO SQUARESSSSS!" Firyr roared, slamming the shaft of his spear into his chestplate, creating as much noise as he possibly could. It wasn't just an act – the man genuinely seemed that excited to break apart one of those Verna war machines, as much as he might have feared them on an instinctual level as any man should.
