FIRST BLOOD

Yosef Gideon, Kahn Otto, Ambrose Henri, Pierre Jean, and John Contri sat on their horses; their armor gleaming under the afternoon sunshine, with their lances held high as they waited for their enemies to come close. Each knight held their lances high, a sign of their readiness and resolve, as they awaited their enemies to close the distance. The tension in the air was palpable; the sound of hooves pounding against the ground echoed in their ears, each beat a reminder of the impending confrontation.

It did not take them long before they saw their enemies approaching a striking distance.

They lifted up their lances and started galloping their horses to catch up with the approaching enemies, by the time they reached the halfway distance between them, they were literally flying. The sound of their horses' hooves connecting with the hard ground was covered up by the whistling sound of wind entering the tiny holes in their helmets as they raced on.