Letting the mighty warhorse beneath me have his way I let the reins fall, as I raised my sword above my head and gripped it in both hands as the line of the enemy drew near. I crashed into the side of a soldier's mount, which had been in the process of turning to meet our attack from behind.
The rider's eyes were wide with terror, as Flin slammed into his horse. Flin's powerful momentum sent the other horse crashing over to the ground and we surged up and over both horse and rider. I swept my sword down to the left and then back up and down to the right as I hacked my way through the tight press of riders in front of me.
Flin was as vicious as I was. He slammed his way through the enemy mounts and I saw him reach out and grab one man's arm with his teeth and yank the man from the saddle with a powerful toss of his head only to trample over the man in the next instance. Flin needed no urging to fight a way through the enemy line.
I saw General Nadero's men up ahead and I turned Flin with my knees so that we headed up the enemy line to carve out our own bloody path of carnage. Sparks of color sheeted off the sword with every heavy overhanded swing downward that connected.
Curls of colored smoke twined down my arms to my torso and then down onto Flin. I was getting used to it, but it was still rather jarring to behold. Man and beast alike of the enemy drew back from us, as much as the tight press would allow, unnerved by our appearance. Flin had gone berserk and I'm not sure how I stayed in the saddle, but I did.
The sound and sight of a stallion at war is to see what utter fearlessness looks like. It is an utter ferocity of magnificent blood lust and I allowed myself to be swept up in it as I swung my sword with abandon.
There was space around me and in the fog of war I looked around to see why only to discover more of my own kind than that of the enemy. Where was the enemy?
It was then that I saw that they had broken and were fleeing back towards the main army. It was time to finish this day! Grabbing the sword in one hand I hauled Flin around and charged after the departing riders determined to not let any of them get away.
So lost was I in the action of the moment that I did not know that I charged alone after the enemy, but General Nadero saw it.