Edmund, still atop his horse, watched the chaos unfold as the northern infantry wreaked havoc on the enemy cavalry.It was true that the enemy riders far surpassed them, yet right now the infantry was the one outnumbering the riders. They divided themselves two, three man fighting against men on horses. While some enemy riders might have been able to fend off one man, facing two or three was another matter entirely. One soldier would distract, parrying the blows or forcing the rider to retreat, while the others seized the moment to strike—either the rider or the horse. The riders made for harder targets, but the horses were prized for the spoils they would bring, so most time they aimed for the rider
Edmund's heart pounded in his chest as adrenaline surged through him. He raised his sword high into the air, the blade gleaming in the sunlight.
