Sleeping Tiger raised his naginata, perfectly vertical like a lance. The blade gleemed in the orange glow of raging fire. Flames left uncontrolled, flames free to take their terrible strength out on the lives within those buildings.
Always fire with these people.
Behind him a loud crash as a roof gave way, its spine broken and wasted by flame. His horse scuttled a step but he dug his knees in and steadied the black beast. The one in Grey turned.
Sleeping Tiger and Eragos burst forward as one. Hooves echoed in the nightmarish haze as four horses charged. Two Grey Riders, two knights of the scale. Sweat dripped down his brow and his breath was hot beneath the black cowl that covered his nose and mouth. The naginata began leveling out as they two sides drew closer. Hooves thunderous now. Closer.
With a whoosh the Grey Rider passed by. Sleeping Tiger had easily seen the swing of a morning star coming and hugged the back of his horse tight. The agile black charger turned, nearly brushing its flanks against the hot cobblestones as Sleeping Tiger yanked and jerked it into the turn. A clash of steel. Eragos was meeting his.
"Hyah!" Sleeping Tiger screamed, digging his heels into horseflesh. The Grey Rider was still turning. "Hyah!"
With a holler Sleeping Tiger thrust out with his polearm. The Grey Rider's buckler came up, but Sleeping Tiger was never aiming for him. Blood sloshed high into the air as the polearm lanced out, severing the head clean from the Rider's horse. The beast dropped like lead, and down the Grey one went with it.