Sleeping Tiger leaned over in his saddle. The Grey Rider stared up, his eyes full of anger, hate. Pinned under eight hundred pounds of dead horse he was helpless, and he knew it. So did Sleeping Tiger's naginata. The weapon came straight down with a hateful thrust and struck the Rider's life away. Pierced through the heart.
Sleeping Tiger yanked the naginata back and looked up in time to see Rand mule someone's skull into muck.
"Ha!" the younger knight exclaimed. It was exhilirating, to have someone standing next to him on the field. Eragos didn't stop to acknowledge the cheer but he would have been foolish to do so, with another Grey One bearing down on them. A weapon in each hand--one for each of his foes.
Sleeping Tiger's hand left the reins for a moment. He draggged his thumb across his throat, staring at the armored horse and its gloomclung rider. Then he too kicked his mount into action. The beast cried out and charged forward.
His black horse crossed in front of Rand so that one Dragon Knight would be passing on either side of their enemy. The first thing Sleeping Tiger did when they neared was dart out the tip of his naginata, now slick with blood. The Grey Rider didn't flinch, but he did lash out with a flail. The naginata snapped back and away out of the chain's tangling reach.
Maybe it was enough of a distraction to let Eragos slip his sword through.