Hrothgar craned his head to listen to the world around him.  Not his first time in a fight like this, but perhaps the one that held the highest stakes.  Teh sound of horses was becoming more of an present issue, and he knew that it meant cavalry ahd gotten itself moving.  He looked back to see what was coming.  Knights, pride of the Empire, three of them, and one seemed to meet his gaze.  The lowered lances adn onrushing beasts made it clear that there was only going to be time for a brief reaction before he was overtaken.  He pulled a shotput from the puch at the small of his back, and took aim.  He knew that he could easily hit a knight from this range, but it wasn't likely that he coudl kill one through their shield.  But he had a target.  The lead knight had his horse with his head lowered, making a clerar field of aiming for his lance, which in most cases was the sensible thing to do.<br/><br/>Most cases did not invlve an orcish shotput.<br/><br/>The iron ball flew out straight adn true.  If it had been a throwing axe, a jevelin, anything meant to cut or pierce, the armoured chamfron on the horse would have served it well.  But a solidball of iron travelling with all the speed that could be gained from a skilled launch opposed by the mass and momentum of a charging warhorse, it was a different outcome.  The ball slammed home, the horse giving a shattering cry as the armour was driven back into it's head, the body going limp almost instantly.  The knight was clearly a professional, the moment he felt his horse going from under him, he disengaged his feet and pushed off of hte saddle, letting his shield go to let himself roll along the ground when he hit it, dissipating the force fo the fall.<br/><br/>Hrthgar swept his axe at a lance from the next knight, slapping it into the street, the wooden werapon exploding, and the knight crying out as his shoulder wrenched from the sudden shift of angle.  Hrothgar lunged forward to let the last night pass him by.  He moved to take out the unhorsed man, but found a standing warrior armed with a tossed sword from one of his comrades still on horseback.  The knight gave ground as Hrothgar came on, avoiding sweeps of the axe, knowing that trying ot parry directly would be a death knell for certain, but not willing to give up the fight. Hrothgar knew the game he played, planning to goad him forward until one of hte still ounted men could flank him and bring him low.<br/><br/>Hrothgar feinted a strike at his foe, but then turned and lunged back the way he'd come, his axe sweepign low.  The knight that had been coming for him clearly seemed shocked at the sudden change of direction, and the axe sheared the legs fro the left side fo hte horse, dumping the knight to the street.  This knight landed less skillfully, but was still on his feet by the time Hrothgar could round on him.  He saw his first foe rush in to his companion's aid, and swing in a powerful troke at Hrothgar.  Teh half-orc swept his arm up to deflect the blade, the weapon striking sparks off of the metal rings on the arm, and Hrothgar let his axe hammer into the newest knight.  Blood was in the air, adn the man toppled, Hrothgar kicking him free of his weapon.<br/><br/>The last mounted man trot by, evaluating the situaion.  He gave a sharp call, and Hrothgar had to dive tot eh ground as arrows scythed through the space he'd just occupied.  Taking a chance, Hrothgar put his shoulder to the door of a building, crashing into the building.  It was on fire, but not collapsing, and clear enough to move in for a few moments.  He siezed a table fromt he floor, and kicked the legs off of it, carrying it before him as he charged back outside.  Arrows thudded intot he heavy wood, keeping him clear.  He blocked another stike from the unmounted knight before he spun and hurled the tabletop at the mounted man.  Teh heavy wood spun on edge and crashed intot he wearrior, taking him from his horse.  An arrow struck Hrothgar's shoulder, staggering him for a moment, and he felt his temper flaring up, begging for release.  He also knew doing so would get him killed.<br/><br/>Hrothar swept his axe at the dismounted knight, halting his axe with a great deal of effort but letting it fall to hook the back spike ontot he nknight's armour, and drag the much smaller man forward.  Hrothgar spun about, using hte man like a shield from arrows, the shots scattering from the armour.  The knight let go of his sword adn drew out a dagger, plunging it between two of the rings on Hrothgar's arm.  The half-orc repaid the gesture by slamming his hand into the face of the knight hard enough to snap the man's neck.  With his new cover, he charged towards the archers.