Firing a water bullet was a quick way to kill a horse. Andrew was currently firing off many at a time, Trying to stop the stampede that was coming at the group.
Dozens of men on horseback were riding in, and some were already collapsing with their horses.
They were going downhill and thus couldn't turn back, as they tumbled many behind them began tripping over each other.
Andrew Jumped back, infusing mana into his feet, a few paces away from where men were tumbling to the bottom of the hill.
He began readying a spell for the men that survived.
Inwardly he was quite sad. Those poor horses didn't deserve any of this. As he conjures enough water to smother most of the fallen, he hears wind tearing above him.
Wide eyed, Andrew turns around, encasing himself in a water barrier. Smashing down on top of it, was a man with a sword in each hand. He was clearly different to everyone here.
