Nameless Kipchak Rider POV
The garrison was forty meters ahead when they stopped.
They'd been moving north in a tight body since the gate, keeping their formation through the street's full length, and when they stopped they did it all at once, the whole group turning to face south with the spearmen dropping their points to mounted height.
The archers from their flanks climbed to the nearest building corners, and the street was blocked across its full width.
His horse felt the spear points and checked its stride. He drove his heels in, but the horse slowed anyway, unwilling to push straight into the line, so he pulled left, to the far edge of the formation, looking for where the wall ended and the corner of the side street appeared. Two more riders broke left with him without being told.
An arrow came from the building corner above and to his right, driving down from the height it had, going through the neck of the rider one position to his right.
