"Engage! Engage!"
In the rush, the Mamluk leader shouted while raising his riding spear: "Their retreat has been blocked, they're heading towards their own doom!"
"Holy Fire Everlasting, Supreme and Mighty, the time has come to wash away the shame!"
The Mamluks donned pitch-black scale armor, lifted their riding spears, and assumed the flank charge stance they learned from the Franks, suddenly accelerating.
In the sky, a large black falcon was overlooking the ground.
Silver-gray waves clashed fiercely with black tides within the canyon.
Otto panted heavily, his full-face helmet only revealing his eyes, leaving him no time to observe the surroundings.
As he passed by the first enemy, there was a crunching sound as his riding spear broke.
The spearhead likely snapped inside the opponent's ribcage.
