<strong>C3</strong><br/><br/>The spear started to feel heavy in his hands when the order arrived. The young recruit had hoped for it; he could see the charger in the distance, and he knew that, with the right space to launch its charge, he would have been trampled to death. He would have been avenged. Little consolation.<br/><br/>The recruit moved on until he was too near for the charger to use her advantage. He had better ground. He had a new, sharp spear. The move made him daring and he challenged her, waving high his weapon.<br/><br/>"We'll feast on your bones tonight, woman, and on those of your sisters! And if you do not move out of my way I'll feast on your flesh, first. Turn your mount and flee in shame, or I promise you suffering before death!"