You briefly make eye contact with Obren, holding position further down the line.
And then the enemy cavalry makes impact.
Lances collide with man. Horses are impaled upon pikes. Weapons of steel flash in the sunlight. Crimson blood follows.
You sidestep, narrowly avoiding being crushed by a horse. The rider's axe slashes across the top of your helmet. It deflects off the domed steel, but it still feels as if you've been slugged in the head. Ignoring the ringing of your ears, you counter-attack.
You bring your battleaxe down upon the charging horse's rear legs. Steel meets unprotected flesh. Bone snaps, skin tears.
The horse lets out a pained whinny as it stumbles forward and collapses.
You spin around to face forward.
Just as a second rider slams a mace into your chest.
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