The thunderous iron hooves churned up vast swaths of mud as the two hundred cavalry of the Thorny Flower Family on the right wing of the battlefield collided fiercely with the five hundred Urian cavalry advancing upon them.
Warhorses crashed, spears reverberated, the screams and neighs of men and horses tumbling in chaos merged into a symphony of slaughter on the battlefield.
The massive cavalry clash, unavoidable and overwhelming, prevented either side from piercing through the other; the riders, unable to breach their foes' formations, were forced to halt amidst the melee, grappling in deadly combat with the enemies in front of them.
The knights in the fray abandoned their blood-stained long spears, now ineffective, drew the nail head hammers and swords from their waists, swinging and smashing, fighting Urian opponents from horseback down to the ground.
