The sound of the Cuirassiers' hooves was like rolling thunder, striking the frozen ground of the Fet Carter River bank.
Kutuyov's wolf-fur cloak fluttered in the wind; although small in stature, the speed of his saber was unmatched.
Slashing and hacking, ducking to dodge, he amazingly cut down two Extraordinary Knights of the Servant Army from their horses.
"Traitors!" Kutuyov roared, turning with the Cuirassiers, "You've utterly embarrassed us Norn people!"
The Cuirassiers followed behind him, splitting into dozens of squads, diving headfirst into the Servant Army's formations.
They didn't charge headlong; instead, they targeted the flanks and rear of the Servant Army, sometimes shooting arrows, sometimes charging, retreating immediately after a round.
If the Servant Army kept its formation, they would bypass it; if it became chaotic, they'd circle back to deal more blows.
With Perkins losing contact, these Blood Servant nobles dared to act on their own.
