“Hold fast men!” Gwaynn called out startling Vio, who stood before him. She jumped and laughed nervously causing Gwaynn to smile. His eyes moved from the rush of Knights racing across the open field, down to the back of her head. Her hair, silky black, was still cropped short, but shone as if it contained some hidden light source of its own. By some trick of the sun, Gwaynn noticed that around the highlighted areas, her hair took on a bluish cast. He had the sudden urge to bend over and take in the smell of it. With difficulty he resisted then heard calls for courage coming from all sides. He looked up again to see that the Knights were nearly half way across the open field and moving in perfect formation. He marveled at the beauty of the charge, the precision, and for a moment felt saddened by the need to destroy such perfection.
“Time for some arse kickin’” someone from the back of their diamond formation said and laughter rippled through the clearly nervous men. Gwaynn recognized the voice as Captain Marcum’s and realized that the remark was well timed to give the men courage. He marveled at the amount of knowledge his Captains and Generals possessed and knew with utter conviction that he would not have come this far without them. He just hoped their knowledge would give them one last victory.
“Fire!” Gwaynn heard and was pulled from his thoughts as the first arrows were launched from inside his formation. The main line of the Knights neared the front line of the diamond groupings. Gwaynn held his breath as they approached. Now was the moment, if the front diamond sections collapsed, then their entire plan would end in disaster and the Massi infantry would be crushed, ground beneath the hooves of the Temple Knights.
Arrow after arrow arched out into the air, some Gwaynn lost in the white clouds which dotted the otherwise crystal blue afternoon sky. He glanced to his left and saw the Lady Bethany firing with an easy rapid motion. Her eyes seemed unfocused as she worked, almost as if she were in some sort of trance. Gwaynn looked up to follow the course of her arrows, but as they fell among the enemy he realized the front lines of the Knights were just reaching the forward positions of the Massi infantry. All arrow fire from his position came to an abrupt halt and at first he could not see what was happening, the dust and overall confusion made the battlefield chaotic, but after a long moment Gwaynn saw that indeed the diamond formations of the Massi were holding. The enemy horses were shying away from the bristling spear tips and the Knights were streaking in among the infantry lines.
A great cheer erupted from the men around him and Gwaynn could tell that elation was rippling up and down his army. It was a joyous sound which seemed an odd thing to hear in the opening moments of battle, but he had little time to dwell on the fact before the first of the Knights reached his position. Gwaynn could feel Vio tense before him, but as was the case with the forward positions, the enormous war horses of the Knights veered away from the sharp points of the halberds and instead moved through the gaps between the Massi formations. Knights were streaking by on either side, fighting hard to engage but their mounts refused to cooperate. Gwaynn grinned. Olney Hawser was correct, given a choice; a warhorse would choose a free lane rather than charge into a prickly mass of men. Horses were intelligent animals and were not inclined to rush into certain death when it was easily avoided. Suicide was not a common trait among the animal kingdom, only man, with his capacity for reason could see the benefits in immediate and unending oblivion.
Horses were now flying past on either side of their formation and the halberdiers began to reach out with their weapons, both stabbing and grabbing. First one Knight, then another dropped to the ground and soon Knights were being wrenched from their saddles at an alarming rate. Gwaynn, Vio, Bethany and Marcum along with the other swordsmen, all worked their way through the gaps between spearmen and killed many of the stunned Knights with ease. Over and over Gwaynn moved in and out of the formation to kill those who’d fallen. He killed some who were injured by the fall, some who were dazed and one or two who were unconscious. How long he moved in and out of the line of spearmen to dispatch those unhorsed Gwaynn could not have said, but when he grew tired he realized he must have been at it for a very long time. But even with the vast number of easy kills there were a fair number of Knights who scrambled to their feet and evaded the deadly swordsmen. Unhorsed and on foot they soon began to group together for mutual defense. The Massi swordsmen ignored them and would not be coaxed far from their defensive formations. After quickly killing those they could the Massi soldiers would immediately melt back behind the protective lines of the halberdiers. The Knights on foot were surrounded by enemy formations but they were at a loss as to what to do, so they did nothing. They just continued to merge together into groups and waited for some command to come from their Captains who were still mounted and circling among the enemy formations. But the Knights on horseback ignored their grounded comrades just as thoroughly as their Massi counterparts. In fact, the Knights still on horseback pushed through and circled around the infantry formations, confident of victory. Even now their goal was to encircle the Massi infantry and destroy them, but with each pass more and more Knights were yanked from their saddles. Once again some were quickly killed, while others survived to join their brothers on foot.
All through the battle the isolated groups of Knights on foot continued to be ignored by the Massi, who held to their formations with a tenacity that was unyielding. Their concentration rested completely on the enemy still mounted. The Knights on horseback seemed unaware of the Massi tactics, and continued to race through the Massi lines completely sure that victory was imminent. The mounted Knights fought as they always did, trying to surround the enemy and cut them up piece meal…like so much fodder. To the enemy, the Massi’s odd formation only seemed designed to hasten their inevitable destruction. It was only when the Knights reached the linear Toranado that they faced an enemy they could understand, an enemy which was facing them in a strong unified line. Here was a trained army ready to meet them, not the folly of the split formations they had so easily penetrated. The forward Knights yelled in their excitement and charged the Toranado, not realizing their strength was sorely diminished and that they would hit the heavy infantry not as a unified line, but in the sporadic way common among less disciplined cavalries.
Here and there they crashed against the Toranado lines and though most of the collisions were massive, the experienced and tough heavy infantry lines held against the disorganized strike of the cavalry charge.
Captain Hothgaard, who was near the forefront of the charge, quickly saw that it was doomed to fail. Unbelievably his lines had not held and he instantly grasped the genius of the Massi defense. By allowing for space, his cavalry raced through the paths of least resistance, and in doing so were repeatedly broken into smaller and smaller segments. The farther they moved through the Massi lines the weaker and smaller his own lines became, until they reached the end game and the Toranado heavy infantry.
“Retreat!” Hothgaard yelled. “Retreat!” He cried, acutely aware of the panic that sounded in his voice. The Knights around him stared in his direction, shocked and clearly confused.