Torle clutched the bruises on his ribs, his face looking quite unpleasant.
The Crusaders erupted in a thunderous cheer.
It was already afternoon, and the sun above was no longer so scorching. Many soldiers were watching the duel with complete focus.
Those without horseback combat experience watched for fun.
Experienced Knights and riders were filled with shock, thinking that if either of these two faced them on the battlefield, they'd likely be knocked down in a single round—the disparity in skill was too great.
That Hans was actually wielding an iron spear that looked like it was made of solid iron, what a monster!
Even a solid heavy lance made purely of wood usually wouldn't weigh more than ten pounds.
At this, even Knights couldn't use a lance with such ease and skill, as described in fanciful tales.
The description of wielding a sixty to seventy-pound polearm on horseback like a whirlwind is often made by minstrel poets with no understanding or exaggeration.
