[Eyvind Redbeard]

The Worg Riders halted their advance in the edge of the forest, right in front of the 9th's Cavalry, but still far ahead. The sound of an Orcish horn echoed in the air, the sound filled with barbarism and brutality, at least to the Legionnaires, and they strengthned their resolve.

"The savage brutes stopped! They are afraid of us! Send them another salvo to force them to come out!"

Toulan's mighty voice echoed silencing the remains of the Orcish horn's sound. As one the five hundred mounted Legionnaires aimed at the enemy and pulled the strings of their recurve bows. The Cencoris himself held a bow and aimed at the Orc carrying the twisted horn. His eyes had found his target and now his fingers and arm made sure the deadly arrow would hit home. The air was filled with arrows the moment he released the string. Five hundred arrows flew in the direction of the Worg Riders of the 3rd Tarbam.

"Weapons! Third line with pilaii! It's time to kill these beasts! Charge!"

The commander of men shouted. The three hundred riders of the center group started marching and then they started gaining speed as they approached the Worg Riders. The Orcs had allowed them a brief moment of rest and carnage before charging and Toulan was relieved by that fact, less Orcs to fight, less Worgs to kill. The center group kept riding towards the advancing Horde. The first two lines, one hundred men large, were in a tight formation creating a wall of horses and men and spears and shields. This was a charge like Telath had seen many, this was a cavalry charge! The third line, knowing that whatever spears they could carry wouldn't affect the moment of the impact, but knowing that the strength made by their horses on the front ones would allow the riders in the front to run over the Worg Riders, carried pilaii, the throwing spears of the Imperial Legion, while still carrying their spear crossed over their laps.

As for the two side groups they promptly rode to the sides trying to remain away from the Orcish advance and still using their deadly recurved bows to shoot the enemy from afar. They would remain in both sides of the battle, away from the impact zone and away from the trees, where their horses and their formations would lose the famous organization of the Legion.

What an impressive sight they made, the charge of the Manjet's Cavalry, a true cavalry charge like those of the chronicles. This was something that would happen once in a lifetime for some of them, but they didn't care as they knew they would run over the Orcs. Toulan intended to relentlessly charge in the Orcish formation without losing momentum, his men were ordered to form up and never left the formation and to keep riding forward while fighting the Orcs. The hooves of the warsteeds would deal with those who would survive the spears and the simple impact of the mighty stallions.