Forcing his consciousness that was shut down from the impact, to open again with inhumane tenacity, Blake planted his feet back on the ground.
He threw away his shield, grabbed the bloodthorns of the warhorse and with every might and willpower that he gathered from who knows where, he used his body to struggle.
SKID… even when his feet left a long narrow gorge on the ground, Blake continued to fight against the charge in hopes that he could slow down its momentum.
"Get away from its way"
Seeing the oncoming charge of the warhorse, Wyot hurriedly shouted. His shout woke the others and they hurriedly moved out of the way.
The Bloodthorn demoni warhorse continued its charge pushing the man along with him.
"As I thought, it's impossible even for Blake to stop its charge"..
"No, look he is still fighting, trying to stop the charge even now. However, where is that thing taking him".
