Strike while the enemy is sick, take his life when he is weak. The Centaur will not show mercy just because the enemy is feeble. Nearly five hundred Centaurs spread out into a crescent formation, surrounding the enemy. The thundering of hooves rose as the massive bodies, each clad in heavy full-body Armor weighing hundreds of kilograms, fiercely collided with the besieged Fishman warriors.
A ghastly symphony of breaking bones echoed as numerous Fishmen were sent flying, their blood spattering the ground.
A Centaur, with a hideous laugh, raised his Horse Chopping Knife and cleaved a Fishman in half, before leaping several meters high and crashing down upon another.
