The Jungter leader felt his lips curl up in amusement at such a primitive strategy. To be on the receiving end of a cavalry charge with a mere shield, that was like trying to use a scrap of paper to stop a floor. The force of a horse, running at full pelt, was more than enough to tear straight through it.
The Jungter man raised his sword up high, and looked for his opportunity to strike, beyond the giant shield that covered the giant youth. He had to give his praise there, with there being so few openings, it was hard to pick an opportunity. Even right down to the last second, he couldn't find the source of flesh that he was targeting, but he didn't let it bother him. He was sure the force of a horse colliding with the man would be enough to knock him off his feet, and free him up to further attacks.
Only, for some reason, that did not happen.