Joe was back to killing from horseback, and he was doing well. A random brawl had broken out in an open field, just in the shadow of a big castle. A little river bisected the battlefield. It's waters flowed slow, and reflected the sky back at itself. It was lovely, despite the bloody business transpiring all around it.
The river was keeping Joe from running down one last group of random men-at-arms. They fled to the relative safety of some ruins. Joe watched from his side of the river, smiling.
He knew they would wander back into the field. They always did.
He cupped his hands in front of his mouth and yelled, "HEY NERDS! YOU'RE BAD!"
Someone shouted back, "NO WE'RE NOT!"
"YES YOU ARE! BAD BAD BAD!"
Another voice, "F-FUCK YOU!"
In a few seconds they were charging back. Joe cantered back into the middle of the open field and waited for his prey. This was too easy.
He heard the thudding of hooves behind him. He twisted in the saddle, just in time to get hit in the face. He was flung from the saddle, spitting out teeth and trying to curse through the blood and his broken mouth. He'd been blindsided, too distracted by the infantryman.
It must have been another cavalryman.
He tried to get up, but a heavy boot planted itself firmly on his chest. Joe looked up into the face of the man who'd so cruelly dehorsed him.
He recognized that face.
Joe sputtered, and managed to say, "I-I though you were gone!"
Daruvian, back from the dead, leered down at Joe, batting his mace against his thigh. The bastard was loving this. "I came back, just for you... Gf." He said that last part like, "guh-fff".
Then he walked away, leaving Joe to sob on the ground while the men he was chasing earlier gathered around him and laughed. They pointed fingers. They spat. "NERFED HIM GOOD!"
"YOU SUCK!"
"LOOK WHO'S BAD NOW! BAD BAD BAD HAHA!"
Joe covered his face with his hands. "Oh god," he sobbed, "I'm so bad! I hate you Daruvian, you shitty, shitty cav!"
Then the soldiers kicked him until he died.
