As the horses approached, Edgar would commence his prayers. Yet, he would not allow himself to go down without a fight. Pushing himself to his feet, the exhausted man would attempt to ready himself for an attack.
He couldn't let himself die, not here... He had a life he needed to go back to, a family, a home. Who would care for his crops when he died? He would protect the homestead? He wouldn't die here. To many people depended on him back home and he would not let them down, not now.
But, just as he prepared to strike, he would witness something awe striking.
He watched as the cavalry clashed, knocking an enemy knight down from their horse towards the dirt. He watched as the ones who survived were stricken down and the rest began to flee. It was the most relief he had felt in his life and he couldn't help to cheer. It was then he heard a familiar voice overpower the chaos of the battlefield.
"The enemy is broken! Everyone, advance!"
He watched as the once chaotic battlefield seemed to reorganise thanks to the order of a single man, marching towards the now weakened enemy lines. The dread he had once felt was removed, now all he felt was pride.
Victory was now in their grasp.