06-21-2014, 06:05 AM
Yves was fairly flabbergasted. In the two minutes it had taken him to scale the modest rise toward these two, the swordsman had taken out a cavalier, bolted back over to the dark mage, and bodily carted her off to the next dune over, where the archer from before was standing. Yves frowned slightly, his rush toward them wasted for the time being. He would have felt insulted had he had the time. As it stood, the bulk of the remaining attackers were scattering toward the Bernese border; if they managed to cross, he doubted even their foolhardy commander would order his troops to pursue.
Speaking of foolhardy commanders. "A cavalry charge? In this terrain? I hope he knows what he's doing..." Yves muttered. The horses began to rush down the road between the sandy hills, and Yves quickly realized that the rear guard atop said hills didn't seem to be retreating. His eyes widened. "Oh, no."
Casting his eyes about hurriedly, he spied the man in charge of his unit just coming up onto the hill beside him and waved him over. "Sir, I think I should warn you. There are still insurgents placed on those hills. If the commander takes the cavalry down that road, they'll be slaughtered."
The captain looked up and furrowed his brow. "Then we'd best get some men up and make sure that doesn't happen," he replied, nodding and clapping Yves on the shoulder. "Alright you louts! No time to form up! Make for the hills, and make sure our lord and master doesn't get pulled apart by some half-wit dark mage!"
The armorknights and assorted footsoldiers gave a roaring cry, and once more found themselves fighting the sand and uneven ground at full-tilt. Yves was no different, though this time half of the journey was downhill. He slowed just enough to keep from falling on his face, then once more stamped his way up the sandy ground, coming up quickly on the swordsman in black. Yves wound up and thrust his greatspear at the man, shouting "Carry this!"
Speaking of foolhardy commanders. "A cavalry charge? In this terrain? I hope he knows what he's doing..." Yves muttered. The horses began to rush down the road between the sandy hills, and Yves quickly realized that the rear guard atop said hills didn't seem to be retreating. His eyes widened. "Oh, no."
Casting his eyes about hurriedly, he spied the man in charge of his unit just coming up onto the hill beside him and waved him over. "Sir, I think I should warn you. There are still insurgents placed on those hills. If the commander takes the cavalry down that road, they'll be slaughtered."
The captain looked up and furrowed his brow. "Then we'd best get some men up and make sure that doesn't happen," he replied, nodding and clapping Yves on the shoulder. "Alright you louts! No time to form up! Make for the hills, and make sure our lord and master doesn't get pulled apart by some half-wit dark mage!"
The armorknights and assorted footsoldiers gave a roaring cry, and once more found themselves fighting the sand and uneven ground at full-tilt. Yves was no different, though this time half of the journey was downhill. He slowed just enough to keep from falling on his face, then once more stamped his way up the sandy ground, coming up quickly on the swordsman in black. Yves wound up and thrust his greatspear at the man, shouting "Carry this!"