Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160609223302/@comment-5543592-20160609230951

The on-foot Keshik had fallen back by now, expecting back up as they were not trained for such engagements, and the sound of horse-feet on ground was not far away. That however, was not reinforecments.

Crimson charged in on horseback, hooves thundering, not happy about this big black thing hurting his boys. As he sped past the tent Scire was tangled up in, he pulled one the wooden stakes from the ground, hefting it in an overhand grip like a javillin. He came at the thing from the side at a great speed and Whistles side-stepped in an elegantly equine way, bring Crimson behind the hunter, were he rammed the stake's point into the back of the Hunter's knee.