"Fall back!" Leech shouted, wheeling his horse around.
His equestrian combat skills were superb. A single, subtle movement was all it took for his warhorse to obey, allowing him to leverage its power for even greater agility.
The Black Cavalry that had pulled back had already regrouped and were charging once more. Even as a Transcendent, Leech had no desire to be swept up in the torrent of a Knight's charge.
The situation on the battlefield reversed in an instant. Now it was Leech and his men who were retreating while the Black Cavalry charged after them.
But Leech had no intention of simply fleeing. He grabbed another javelin, and with a sudden twist of his body, hurled it without even seeming to aim. The weapon whistled through the air and struck a warhorse squarely in the head.
The enemy warhorse was charging so furiously, it was as if it had recklessly thrown itself headfirst onto Leech's javelin.
The javelin smashed into the horse's head.
Brains splattered.
