With his left arm, Winters trapped the spear shaft and slanted his cut toward the opponent's neck, which was bent down and wrapped in a leather gorget.
His saber was blunted, so the cut, which should have been fatal, was stopped by the tough leather gorget. Still, the blunt force of the blow struck the foe hard enough to see stars.
Unable to use his saber effectively, Winters drove the dulled blade into the opponent's chest. As he did so, he felt no emotion.
Instinctively, the enemy grabbed the blade and screamed as he fell from the saddle.
Winters let go of the saber and picked up the enemy's long spear instead. Using Spell to kill might have been faster, but the night was far from over, and he needed to conserve his magic power.
The Terdun Cavalry had already realized that this armored warrior was extraordinarily brave, and no one dared to confront him anymore.