Black-and-White Bear was furious at his warband leader's kill-stealing, but there was nothing he could do about it. He could only turn bitterly toward the two knights in the other direction.
Those two knights had inflicted devastating casualties on the players. Although their charge had veered slightly off course, they had still knocked aside and impaled four heavily armored players blocking their path.
That was a heavy loss. In an infantry battle, the Retalians would have needed to lose at least twenty or thirty spearmen and sword-and-shield fighters to take down those four player heavy infantrymen.
Now, a single charge had killed all four. For the knights, it could hardly have been a better trade.
But the Retalian Army's camp was hardly a suitable place to race horses. After battering and impaling four enemies, the two knights charged too hard and crashed into things they should never have hit.
One knight struck a wagon covered in snow. The other hit a Cheval de Frise their own men had carried over and placed in the road, sending horse and rider tumbling.
The horses were certainly done for, but Black-and-White Bear could not see what had happened to the knights. Nor was he interested in watching any longer. There were more important matters to deal with than those two tin cans.
The archers and crossbowmen still pouring arrows down on the players were the real problem.
"You, and you. Go finish off those two tin cans. Everyone else, with me!"
Black-and-White Bear picked two players at random to deal with the unhorsed knights, then shouldered his Mo Dao and charged the Cheval de Frise again. There were spearmen and archers hiding behind them waiting for him to cut them down.
Arrows kept falling, as thick as the snowflakes around them, but they