A straight gallop initially, to gain speed, and then Tiberius brought them curving around. Heavily, they beat a rhythm into the earth, curving along the back of Tiberius' own formation, bringing those High King men to a degree of terror. Weak they were, to buckle like that, and glance over their shoulder, but it mattered not to Tiberius. They were no longer entirely necessary, for he had already placed the neck of his enemy onto the executioner's block, and he was the swing of the axe that would see them beheaded.
The curve brought him around. A dangerous speed to turn a whole two thousand strong cavalry dispatchment at, but Tiberius made it work regardless. They tore past a corner of their own men, flattening a few in the process. Tiberius' own blade was wet with blood, as his sword crept out, to cut down allied soldiers that impeded the path of his manoeuvre.
