A Passing Result - Part 8

"YOU WILL NOT UNSEAT ME, MONGREL!" Yoran bellowed, pushing aside a sword that came for him as well. Few were spared. The initial moment of passing was the most dangerous. They had to cling tight to the chariot formation, in order to speed up the path that they were travelling. And that speed was all the more necessary now, when their infantry were being made to deal with the chariots head on.

The blades of a chariot wheel came closer to Walter's legs. Spinning and spinning they went, as relentless as the wheel of a woman's loom, but far more deadly. There was already blood on this particular blade, even without it having yet met its enemies. It seemed a weapon deadly enough that even its allies were not completely free of the danger that it posed.