A knightly charge was often simple and straightforward. The two horses crossed paths in an instant.
Annie Rui felt a tremendous force crash into him. When he snapped back to his senses in shock, he discovered that his lance had been knocked completely out of his hands.
"As expected, you've made a pact with a demon."
Annie Rui glared furiously at Phield. Unfortunately, both of them were wearing closed helmets, making any meaningful eye contact impossible.
Seizing the opportunity, Phield swung his lance toward Annie Rui's shoulder armor, intending to knock him straight off his horse.
Sensing the howling wind of the incoming strike, Annie Rui demonstrated his superb horsemanship. At an unbelievable angle, he dodged the lance. At the same time, his right hand shot out and grabbed hold of Phield's weapon.
"Die!"
Drawing his family's inherited second tier longsword, Annie Rui slashed out. The sharp blade traced a dazzling arc of light through the air.
