The blaze behind roared fiercely.
But those heretics merely disassembled the nearby encampment, with not a thought of putting out the fire.
More and more armored infantry surrounded them. The strict formation and the cold glinting spears made Amalric feel deep despair.
He watched helplessly as a Knight was surrounded by the group of Saracen Warriors.
The forest-like long spears frightened the warhorse so much that it couldn't run, and the Knight on its back was forcibly dragged down by the surging heretics.
They wielded short swords, like can openers, finding several weak spots in the armor and stabbed fiercely.
He wanted to surrender, but only then realized that he was not like Count Raymond, a noble often dealing with heretics, and couldn't speak their language at all.
And at such a critical moment, a single moment of inattention could lead to being pulled off his horse by the enemy and a dagger thrust between the gaps in the armor taking his life.
