Rakudai Kishi No Cavalry Novels & Stories

Moonfang captains cursed. Ironclaw cavalry flanked from the ridge, horns blaring. Caught between river ice and charging horses, the raiders retreated. In minutes the clash ended, leaving only steam, blood, and broken shafts. Rurik galloped up, face split by a savage grin. “Bait worked. But losses?” Varrik pressed a cloth to his arm. “Light. Maid saved my sled.” Rurik’s frosted brows lifted. “Ophelia again.” He swung down, surveying her shaken frame. “Any injuries?”

"What's wrong?" "Gold cloaks." His face closed up tight. 'Does it mean they the Royal Army? The army of King Nrikawn?' It couldn't matter, Celandine thought, but when she glanced back, they were riding up the kingsroad, six in the black ringmail and golden cloaks. One was an officer; he wore a black enamel breastplate ornamented with four golden disks. They drew up in front of the inn. Always look with your eyes, Olgarias's voice seemed to whisper. Her eyes saw white lather under their saddles; the horses had been ridden long and hard. Calm as still water, she took the Tarber by the arm and drew him back behind a tall flowering hedge.

Mark asked. "He has a point," Renny pointed out. "The Warrior and dark elves are about the only creatures who carry swords. I mean, really, most people use guns nowadays." Rhychard turned to her. "Did you just call me a creature?" "You know what I mean," she said with a shrug. "Not really, no, I don't." He stared at her a moment. Then he turned to Mark. "So, this is back in my realm," he sighed. "Can I talk to him?"

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and pine, the snow melting into dark, muddy slush beneath the heavy hooves of our war-steeds. I rode at the head of the five-hundred-man column, mounted on a coal-black war-stallion. Malakai rode on my left, his dark broadsword drawn and resting against his saddle horn, his storm-gray eyes constantly scanning the high obsidian cliffs above us. Kieran rode on my right, analyzing parchment maps balanced on his saddle pommel, while Silas commanded the rear guard with fifty heavy cavalry wolves.

Celeste The silence lasted only a heartbeat. Then the Imperial Vanguard stopped. Thousands of soldiers froze as one. Their lines stretched from one end of the valley to the other. Shield walls stood six ranks deep. Long spears pointed toward the sky like a forest of steel. No one spoke. No one moved. A rider emerged from the center of their formation. His horse was black from mane to hoof. Its armor gleamed like polished obsidian. The rider wore no crest. No colors marked his allegiance beyond the black cloak flowing behind him.

"Yeah, the Polish heavy cavalry, they had these wings on their saddles to make them look scarier when they charged. They were the best heavy cavalry in the world. They'd start out in a loose formation, trotting along, and as they got close to their enemy they'd get going faster and faster, tightening up the formation till the horses were practically shoulder to shoulder and going at a full gallop and ride right over their enemy. That had to be scary as hell." Paker listened in rapt admiration as she continued, explaining the aftermath of the battle, wondering if he should ask her to proofread his paper. The history discussion ended with the arrival of their food. Cassie had been right, it wa

“You really don't even give me a chance to pretend. “I'll fight you to the death! “No, my men will fight you to the death!” As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Shijun waved his hand. All of a sudden, a group of cavalries rushed out of the black air. The cavalry was covered in black armor, and black shadows swirled around their bodies. They seemed to be ghosts, but not ghosts. The horse under them had a dragon head. Its whole body was pitch-black, and the black air was spreading.

That was the first set back in her army. Then the trees at the far edge exploded. BOOM!!. Not with fire nor magic but with horses. A large horsemen unit burst through the treeline in a loud wall of steel, their riders carrying torches that set the mist ablaze with orange light. They were armed, their armour bearing a crest I didn’t immediately recognise, a silver river running beneath a crescent moon. Rivermoon Pack. I didn’t even know the Rivermoon Pack had a cavalry this size. They surrounded the outer edge of Zoya’s formation like a tide, cutting off every exit.

His face creeps a smile, then lets out an unexpected introduction. "M'lady, remember my name before dozing off. I am Ridge Raphbarg, the Archduke of the Raphbarg Kingdom." ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

He got up with a sudden charge, and headed out the door. Sighted from afar, Williams matched like a horse mounting forward with daunting speed, charging toward an enemy. Arriving at the entrance of the King's chamber, he came to a halt. The three men who were positioned outside the door by each edge, bowed gently to him, then let him in.