I was tired of waiting

I couldn't ride a horse in my lifetime, but like any other child, I dreamed of being a knight. The sound of thundering hooves, the tremors of an unstoppable charge, and finally the rush of carnage that followed.

I may not have been able to do that in my human life, but I would say I was experiencing something similar right now.

Joshua timed it perfectly. The black warhorse slowed as the club crashed to the ground, missing us by a few feet. As the wooden weapon buried itself in the dirt, there was a straight path to the cyclops' head. 

"AHHHHH!!! OPPAAAA!!!!!"

Angela Kim, the racist bitch in front of me, shrieked in fear as our steed mounted the weapon. A few seconds later, the platform we were standing on slowly lifted off the ground. The monster was probably surprised by the sudden increase in weight of his club, so he couldn't continue his crazy swings. 

"Gela, give him a good smack before we go."