The tension in the air hung like fog even as the riders departed, no one relaxing. Following Caro back, Genthus would just grunt at what he said; even if they couldn't already see it, trouble was bearing down. The signal fire flaring was all the confirmation he needed. With a leap, he was in their wagon, and after a moment's rustling and clanking, he was dropping back to the ground axe-in-hand, armor being tied back on with the assistance of his teeth. Rolling his shoulders, he'd scan the darkness as the group broke ranks, Esme running for the dogs, Ceren preparing to mount up, Caro assuredly doing something of his own. Unable to see a thing, Genthus would settle for pausing, adjusting his grip on his axe's handle. He could only comment with a growing smile, almost amused by their luck. "We didn't even make it a day..."
His wait was rewarded by the flash of powder up the road; a full crew of cavalry, armed and charging, their formation suddenly dismayed as their horses bucked under the unnatural light. Target in sight, Genthus would take off running for the edge of camp nearest the road, heart pounding in his ears as arrows began to whiz, voices screamed, and whinneys haunted the night like angry spirits. As he came upon the edge of the tents, he'd find Karvil, the axe-at-his-belts, huffing-in-struggle dwarf from the Dogs, straining against the side of a small two-wheel cart, face red as he tried to tip it. Spotting Genthus as the sounds of hooves grew louder and louder, he'd shout a single command. "Help!"
Genthus would slam into the cart like a horse unto himself, the impact jostling it enough for the near wheel to jump from the ground, spears and arrows and all manner of stock scattering. Seizing the moment, Genthus would jam his axe into the dirt and leverage it against the mid-turned cart, hollering with effort as he overcame its inertia and sent it the rest of the way onto its side, the thing crunching into the dirt. As Karvil finally drew his axes, the dwarf's idea bore fruit, the entire upturned cart lurching back a foot against them both as a horse slammed into the other side, a rider being thrown over the barricade in front of them both.
Down came Genthus's axe with enough heft to smash through a few ribs and his spine, leaving his chest a gored mess. Yanking it free with an unholy sound, Genthus would side-step their barricade as he scooped a spear, tossing it to Karvil. "Heave, man!" The dwarf, catching it with a moment's fumbling, would quickly understand, sidestepping to the other end, hefting it up, lining up a shot, and throwing it, landing it into the side of an oncoming horse. Down it came, rider spilling into the dirt as well.
And down came Genthus's axe again, a cry of death literally cut short. Readying his axe again, he'd holler over the din again, satisfied with their forming method as more and more horsemen bore down, slowly starting to recover control of their mounts. "Heave!"
His wait was rewarded by the flash of powder up the road; a full crew of cavalry, armed and charging, their formation suddenly dismayed as their horses bucked under the unnatural light. Target in sight, Genthus would take off running for the edge of camp nearest the road, heart pounding in his ears as arrows began to whiz, voices screamed, and whinneys haunted the night like angry spirits. As he came upon the edge of the tents, he'd find Karvil, the axe-at-his-belts, huffing-in-struggle dwarf from the Dogs, straining against the side of a small two-wheel cart, face red as he tried to tip it. Spotting Genthus as the sounds of hooves grew louder and louder, he'd shout a single command. "Help!"
Genthus would slam into the cart like a horse unto himself, the impact jostling it enough for the near wheel to jump from the ground, spears and arrows and all manner of stock scattering. Seizing the moment, Genthus would jam his axe into the dirt and leverage it against the mid-turned cart, hollering with effort as he overcame its inertia and sent it the rest of the way onto its side, the thing crunching into the dirt. As Karvil finally drew his axes, the dwarf's idea bore fruit, the entire upturned cart lurching back a foot against them both as a horse slammed into the other side, a rider being thrown over the barricade in front of them both.
Down came Genthus's axe with enough heft to smash through a few ribs and his spine, leaving his chest a gored mess. Yanking it free with an unholy sound, Genthus would side-step their barricade as he scooped a spear, tossing it to Karvil. "Heave, man!" The dwarf, catching it with a moment's fumbling, would quickly understand, sidestepping to the other end, hefting it up, lining up a shot, and throwing it, landing it into the side of an oncoming horse. Down it came, rider spilling into the dirt as well.
And down came Genthus's axe again, a cry of death literally cut short. Readying his axe again, he'd holler over the din again, satisfied with their forming method as more and more horsemen bore down, slowly starting to recover control of their mounts. "Heave!"
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