"Still not kneeling?! Die!..."
The sharp knight's lance, driven by the horse's speed, pierced through and then deftly flicked upwards. A Taino strong man fell forever on the land of the ancestors. The fear instilled by the horses left the fleeing strong men in extreme terror, and many knelt on the ground, thus becoming captives ignorant of their fate.
"Don't kneel! Run quickly! Scatter and run! The Western tribes have said, surrendering to the evil demon leads to a dead end eventually..."
Alamana shouted in despair, with snot and tears streaming down his face. The Taino people were not a warrior nation; they were excellent farmers and fishermen. They had never experienced truly terrifying war, and they were kind and gentle by nature, even to the point of cowardice.
But at this moment, the not-so-brave Alamana suddenly stopped in his tracks. He forcefully grabbed two young men from the tribes beside him, looked into their frightened eyes, and shouted loudly.
