Desperation would soon take over the Imperial Ranks as a thousand men tried to organise themselves into an appropriate defence. However, they were too slow and soon, like a tsunami of unimaginable magnitudes, the enemy cavalry would smash into the Imperial lines.
Right in the centre of it all stood Edgar, fighting for his life against the horde of enemy cavalry.
He had never been in a cavalry charge before. The thundering hooves, the faceless warriors towering over him from their steeds and the sharp blades and lances sent a deep sense of fear down this farmers back. Yet, as much as he wanted to run, he knew that wasn't an option. So, he tried to fight, slashing at the knights whenever he could.
By sheer coincidence his blade would actually manage make contact with one of the knights, striking the warrior direct in the chest.
The sheer force produced by the horse powering forward would send his blade flying from his hand and a loud thud could be heard as the knight impacted the ground. There was a brief pause as Edgar panicked, not knowing what to do... Until the man started to get himself off the ground...