"DISMOUNT! USE THE DEAD AS SHIELDS!" Oliver shouted. He alone kept on his horse. He wasn't willing to part with Walter that quickly – but he was at least confident that he could evade the storm of arrows.
For the rest of the cavalry, though, they were even better targets than the foot soldiers. Finally, the men seemed to realize the cloud of arrows that was coming their way, and they grasped for whatever they could. Only a handful of men chose to stay atop their horses, and nearly half of them were Oliver's Commanders.
The arrows thudded into the ground, pattering like rain. By the time the pattering had stopped, nearly half their horses had been slain or wounded, and already the Verna was aiming to reload.