The two groups clashed.
Surprisingly enough, it wasn't either of the two front rows to first make contact with the enemy. By angling their approach and because of the arrow-shape of the enemy troops, it was the third row of the riders that got the honors of spilling the first blood.
And they didn't hold back at doing so at all.
"KILL!" The soldiers shouted right before the clash, carrying their voices along with each of their own attacks.
First came the lances. Roughly two to three meters long, those simple weapons allowed the medium-armed soldiers of Castor's unit to attack the enemies even before they could attack them.
Layn didn't pay much attention to the gory scene that ensued. Not only was the fight too chaotic and rapid for him to marvel at the skill of each of the soldiers, but there was also no glory in fighting whatsoever.
