A Warrior's Redemption (The Warrior Kind)

We were far enough advanced and I stopped and turned drawing both of my curved sabers from behind my back as I did so. I held one low and one high in a classical double sword fighting technique. As I had stopped and turned the entire v formation rippled in a duplicate rhythm of movement. Their double blades were held as mine poised to slice into the onrushing enemy.

We had no shield other than the flashing movements of our second sword. As the enemy caught sight of the line of raised sabers flashing in the late morning sunlight, they gave up their sole chase of me in favor for the next clash between our two forces, with taking revenge for their fallen brethren foremost on their minds. The great horns of the wall behind us bellowed out once more. The sound was deafening.

The onrush of the enemy stumbled somewhat at the sounding of the horns in fear of what new terror they might be heralding in. The side walls of the pass abruptly came alive and it was with terror that the packed onrushing enemy soldiers watched as heavy armored warhorses and their riders tore through a partition of artfully painted blankets that had been stiffened with glue and painted to resemble the rocky sides of the pass.

It had been these fragile partitions that the two elongated formations had been protecting while stationed along the sides of the pass. Warhorse stallions neighed loudly in their savagely expressed desire to fight, even as their masters drove them headlong into the packed ranks of the enemy.

The big steeds surged forward with a will, as their masters swung side to side with heavy axes and maces to add their intensity to the crushing power of their mounts, who surged through the ranks of packed soldiers like unstoppable juggernauts committed to destruction.

The heavy cavalry charged into the enemy in an angled trajectory heading down the pass. They cut off a solid diamond shaped mass of the enemy from the main body of the army that numbered into the thousands and like sharks diving into a bait pool the long flashing line of saber wielding warriors advanced quickly in a flurry of slashing blades that felled the stunned and cut off enemy troops as if they were a field of wheat being harvested by an unbroken line of sickle wielding reapers. As the two bodies of heavy cavalry converged to form the second point of the diamond they wheeled to head down the pass charging straight into the very heart of the enemy army in a phalanx formation.

None could stand before the intensity of their onrushing force. The troops before them broke and fled down the pass in a vain effort to escape the crushing hooves and brutal axe strikes that followed close behind. Seeing the army flee from before the heavy cavalry and with it their only chance of a managed retreat the morale of the cut off men within the diamond formation of our forces broke as well and turned to run.