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Imass looked at Markus Andres with a gleam in his eye. There was a big grin on his face, for today was the greatest day of his life! This was Imass' first battle despite. He could feel the bloods of excitement coursing through his veins. His whole mind was buzzing with adrenaline. He got this feeling of total excitement up his back. He twitched randomly with all the excitement that was going through his heart.
Markus reared his horse next to his fellow comrade and ordered to strike straight down the center. Their plan was simple aim right at the far center. If they could divide the Yukman it might give the whole Syliran army an extra few seconds, but that was enough.
The Akalak knight jaws dropped as the experienced, valiant, and talented Markus raised his sword to rally his fellow team mates. He had the natural aura of a leader in battle. The Akalak only gawked. Imass repeated, "FOR SYLIR!!!", as he raised his broad sword in hand just like Markus.
Imass kissed his sword and thought of Neasa. That is when he realized that he had much more things to say to her. He would not let this cloud his mind though. Setting his gaze on the charging Ser Andres, the unranked Knight got into gear one stride after his comrade.
Clasping the shield close to his heart and holding the sword at his arm, Imass beckoned his warhorse to gallop. He shortened his grip on the reins and shoved his spurs into the animal's flanks, "Ride now! Ride for Sylir!! Ride! Ride! Ride!" Imass yelled at the top of his lungs. The animal took one or two awkward strides, but quickly got into its floor. It was breathing heavily and almost frothing from the nose. It too new battle was upon them.
Goose pimples went down his neck and arms as cold runnels of sweat went down his arms and into his gauntlets. The horse gallops as fast as it could. His mind began to race. The big moment was almost upon them...Contact was about to be made...
...This is my destiny. This is what I trained for my whole life. For battle. Death is the only inevitable outcome...
The charge struck right in the center of the formation as the two knight did their mortal duty to the Windoak. Everything was going at one hundred miles per hour. Imass had no time to think, only react.
Immediately, Imass felt his horse run over one of the Yukman. The weight of the horse shifted as it stepped on the earth filled face. Imass leaned forward for an unknown reason and almost lost his balance on the stead. The warhorse had much more experience though and it continued galloping through the host of Yukman. Imass however was still trying to rebalance himself on the saddle.
Countless Yukman filled his vision. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Markus slaying earth boned horde.
The Akalak swung his broadsword haphazardly. He felt it make contact with the heavy material that made up the flesh of a Yukman. Sand sprayed instead of blood. Imass had no idea who he had hit as his vision was disoriented.
He had no idea what was going on. He did not have battle-field vision yet. He was consumed with the fact he was surrounded by Yukman.
He swung again as his horse galloped alongside Markus. It hit nothing, but it brought the Knight's weight back forward. He was finally sitting on the horse properly.
The sound of the Syliran Host's horns could be heard in the distance. The main group of Knights was charging. In Imass' subconscious he knew that they had between one and two minutes to cut through the lines and divide the group. It was the simplest of tactics learned by knights.
"Press forward!!!" Imass exclaimed. He was not ordering Markus, but his tone of voice showed he was trying to encourage himself and his comrade.
Imass blocked with his shield a random Yukman that has flung his body at the horse. Imass twisted and hacked at the monstrous thing. The monster was either ignorant or very stupid because it made no attempt to escape Imass' blade. His broadsword hit the Yukman and sawed right through its head.
The Knight spurred his horse again and slashed horizontally at the next Yukman, "Press forward!!"
And thus the valiant Markus and zealous Imass fought through the mass.