Riders struggled to maneuvers, some snapping their lances to use them as short spears, while others reached for sidearms , maces, axes, or short swords.
The battle turned into a swirling chaos of hooves and steel, blood misting the air.
Some of the spear cavalry managed to withdraw, regrouping for another charge, while the sword cavalry, more agile, darted through their ranks, cutting them down from the sides.
Victory would belong to the side that could adapt faster whether the spear riders could rally for another devastating charge, or if the sword-and-bow cavalry could keep them entangled in the melee, where their long weapons were a hindrance.
The battlefield was alive with death, and the outcome teetered on a knife's edge.
"Argh! Help me!"
"KILL HIM!"
"DIE!"
"For Ogura!"
"Utgard!"
There is chaos. There is screams and shouts. But all of this screams and shout is drowned beneath the battle
Garron uses his sword and his men uses a spear charge.
