They felt dozens of killing glares on their necks. The feeling made Kieran squint.
Seeing the defending troops in front of them rushing towards them, he pressed down on his saddle with his right hand and lifted himself up. Then he threw himself towards the rushing crowd and unleashed double kicks on them. After a half-moon kick and a series of heavy cracking sounds, at least a dozen defending troops were kicked off and fell backwards, dragging the rest down with them like bowling pins.
Within a breath, a path had been carved out before the trio.
"Come on!"
Lawless, who was riding past Kieran, extended his hand to grab Kieran’s right hand.
Kieran did a flip in mid-air and landed on the saddle again safely.
Lawless rushed the horses with a big shout, and the horses sprinted even faster.
"Arrows! Let them loose!" the defending troops attracted by the small commotion shouted loudly at the archers.
Arrows poured down like heavy rain.
