As I closed in, Baron Valent kept glancing back, desperately trying to shake me, but he couldn't outrun Mont Blanc. I wouldn't be satisfied until I captured him and squeezed out at least 10 gold coins.
"AAARGH! Die, duchy knight!"
The gap kept shrinking, and unable to bear the pressure any longer, Valent screamed and wheeled around to face me. Rotten as he was, he was still a cavalryman who'd fought against Burgundy, and he chose to stand his ground.
Good. Fighting back was far better than sniveling and begging for mercy.
Crack!
I deflected his thrust with a sliding parry and smashed his helmet off with the blunt crossguard of my reverse-gripped cavalry sword. The Baron staggered as we crossed paths, then tumbled off his horse.
But there was a little blood on the crossguard of my cavalry sword.
What? Hitting him with that shouldn't have broken the helmet.
