His eyes sparking, he pressed his hand against the wall and leaped over it. Behind him, a knight slapped the back of his horse, and the seemingly cumbersome warhorse leaped up, elegantly vaulting over the wall.
Tracing a beautiful arc in mid-air.
Landing on both feet.
With a 'splat' sound, they fell into a pit that had been dug beforehand.
Thud!
The knight and his horse plummeted straight to the bottom of the pit, where numerous razor-sharp spikes, as thick as arms, awaited. The armor and spikes collided violently, leaving dents in the outer surface of the armor.
The fully armored warhorse whinnied pitifully as it seemed to sustain significant injuries. A horsehoof was severely twisted, and black liquid oozed from its belly where it had been pierced by a spike.
On the flat ground next to the pit, Casio watched coolly.
Not that he was deliberately being so sinister.
Because, when you've already prepared a trap, you can't let it go to waste.
Roar!
