Keeneye fired six arrows at the attacking horsemen before they arrived, and the result was six lifeless bodies on the ground behind the charging cavalry. He stood behind and between Norwind and Samson shooting through the narrow gap of their shoulders.
As the soldiers bore down on them, he dropped his bow and drew his rapier.
Samson stood his ground as the first rider tried to run him through with a lance. His shield easily turned the attack aside, and Libra shattered the lance into splinters. Spinning around, he backhanded the rider with the flat part of the blade causing the sword to moan in anger. The rider departed his animal.
Out of the corner of his eye Keeneye saw Norwind's staff unhorse two more riders as it tangled among the beast's legs. Norwind himself vaulted onto the back of one of the animals and threw it's rider to the ground none too gently.
Keeneye spent the next few seconds assuring that the downed riders would not be getting back to their feet. He then retrieved Norwind's staff and tossed it to the monk as the latter rode by.
Norwind, staff in hand charged into the cavalry swinging the staff so that both ends dealt painful blows and sent riders tumbling to the ground.
Samson unhorsed another rider and beat him senseless with the flat part of the sword. He could feel the blade trying to sink it's edge into flesh, but Samson knew that the moment the blade drank blood it would consume him in a frenzy of berserk violence that would not stop until he was alone.
By himself that would be fine, but he had allies here and though they would know to get away from him, in the heat of battle that would simply be one too many assailants for them to watch. In their attempts to watch him they may have to turn their backs to someone else.
Samson glanced to his compatriots as he readied for the next attack. Norwind appeared to be in no immediate danger, but Keeneye, for all his sharp senses was being stalked from behind by another rider. The rider was at a full gallop with a lance lowered to skewer the archer from the back to the front.
Samson yelled a word of warning while simultaneously running towards Keeneye. Over the noise of battle, the warning went unheard, and the horse was just too fast for the big man to get there in time to intercept the blow. In an act of desperation, he halted and reared the sword back as far as he could. "There is thy blood, Libra," he told the moaning sword as he threw it end over end towards the rider.
Keeneye had just finished with another rider when he heard the familiar scream of the Sword of Balance coming to life. The scream passed by his ear and shot behind him like a stroke of lightning. Whirling, the archer saw the sword buried to the hilt in the chest of a rider who was staring at the sword in surprise as he slid from the saddle just as his life slid from his body.
The sword withdrew from the lifeless body and hovered in the air. Blood dripped from the blade and a mad and cruel laughter filled the air.
Samson held forth his hand and the sword flew towards him as if to slay him as well, but at the last moment it reversed itself and planted the handle into his grasp. As Samson closed his hand the mad laughter erupted from his throat.
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