As they watched the contest between strength and weight that ended in an instant, the captives who were laying on the sand dunes simply forgot to breathe.
"Oh my God..."
Quick Rope let out a shuddering breath. He looked towards the heavy calvaries that were charging forward because they wanted to join the pursuit. "These are heavy cavaliers? Their strength is over the top! Those are orcs! Eight or nine feet tall orcs!
"Did you just mention their steeds weigh eight hundred pounds?"
Louisa withdrew her head back and said quietly to Old Hammer, "So I'm guessing that to heavy cavaliers, you'll have to add the weight of their armor as well to figure out their real weight?"
