When his horse's front legs came crashing down again, Edward's sword came crashing with it, finding an arm of one of the spearmen, using the most of the blade's length, evoking a scream with the wound.
His hand curled their way around the reins, and he brought his horse back to calm. He rounded it on another man. The spear came for him with a sharp thrust, and he parried it easily to the side, closing the gap, bringing his sword down through the man's helmet, calling forth blood to rise through the gash in his helmet.
The other two men now were of no consequence. The pair joined each other, and began to hesitantly back away. Edward felt a strange rage, for the wound that they had dealt his horse. He gnashed his teeth, and pushed the beast forward – it was of the same mind as him, wishing to see those men punished.
