Raiding the Empire

"ENEMY RAID!" The Ammary camp was alert as hundreds of horse riders crossed over the river. Some went along the bridge whilst others braved the water, hoping the water wasn't too deep for their horses. The bells quickly tolled around the makeshift camp, as each man quickly armed themselves. 

Michael led the charge and clicked his tongue. Although he wanted to cause some damage to the Ammary forces, his other goal was to get a good feel for the strength of his enemy. How quickly they prepared for his raid wasn't a good sign for the future. Despite that he didn't stop. Slamming the reins, his deep black horse sped up, charging for the first row of men. Michael let go of the reins and reached out to grab the javelin hanging from the side.