Roleplay from Raziel IV Himoura (6 days, 8 hours ago)
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The men had been firing from afar as the Darkan cavalry raced forward, into the ranks of the enraged peasants who had taken up arms. Raziel shook his head sadly as most of them were ridden down and killed. The Cavalry now reformed and picked up pace from a walk to a canter as his men rained death upon the enemy with their great crossbows. The men fired, dropped the end of the crossbow and worked the winches like men possessed until the enemy horse, now a tenth of their original number, broke into a run, attempting to drive the charge home.
"Hold!" Raziel barked, his harsh voice giving then men confidence.He watched the cavalry close, and when they were too close to break off, he bellowed "Now!" and the men in the first rank of the square knelt and picked up winged spears, planting the butts down into the hard ground. The men in the second rank loosed a volley at a murderously close range, reveling in the whet 'thunk' sound the bolts made as the struck home. One horse went down, crashing through the first rank, killing several men. Another horse went down, dragging its rider with it, trapping him underneath its dead weight. He screamed in agony until one of Raziel's men silenced him with a spear, the blade tearing the Darkan's throat open. The man began to rifle through the fallen horseman's saddlebags. The final rider swerved, and looked like they were safe, when suddenly the rider was unceremoniously ripped from her saddle, screaming, a mancatcher holding her neck. She landed on the ground and Raziel rushed forward and kicked her in the head, her helmet having been lost in her less than graceful dismount. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she saw no more. Raziel spit on her.
"Darkan bitch." he swore at the unconscious noble woman at his feet. He looked at the family crest on her tabbard, now filthy with dirt, and grinned. He turned to his men.
"You bloody rogues have done it this time. Assaulting the Royal Treasurer of Darka is a capital crime." He said with a grin, and the men cheered before returning to plundering the corpses of the Darkan cavalry.
