On the snowy plains of Ustynia there was rarely a time when high winds were not prevalent, whipping up walls of snow in the face of anyone risking their lives by traveling through the wastes. One would think that this would dissuade the use of missiles during any kind of warfare between the various Tribes and Threnhalls that called the kingdom of ice and snow home. As it happened however, the people of Ustynia simply adapted to this natural difficulty, creating a type of javelin that could be thrown far while still being weighted down enough to stay roughly on course in all but the most violent of frosty gales. Sikarthis had carried with him the knowledge of how to create such missiles upon leaving his homeland, turning it over to the Company blacksmith after such a time as he felt they could be trusted to recreate them properly. Down here in the South, Sikarthis had found, wind was rarely an issue. For him this was good, for the two knights barreling towards him atop their mounts it was anything but.

Sikarthis let fly his first javelin when there was roughly 300 feet between him and the first rider, the sleek blackened missile tracing a dark path through the air before embedding itself in the space below the neck of the riders mount. With a fountain of blood and a terrible cry from both rider and beast alike, the horse collapsed forward, its momentum causing its limp corpse to roll up and over the knight who had rode atop it moments before. The sickening crunch of shattering bones could be heard even over the rising clamor caused by the remaining enemy forces.The other rider charging towards Sikarthis took note of the fall of his comrade. 

When Sikarthis released another javelin into the air with the same intent the knight was ready, swerving from his course at the last moment to let the missile pass by harmlessly. By then it was too late to try for Sikarthis to attempt another toss. With a slight grunt of annoyance he sheathed the last javelin he had prepared, drawing out the longsword from the left side of his saddle as he did so. Sikarthis had fought mounted on numerous occasions during the civil war of his own making, though during such times it had been a Snowcat bred for such a purpose that served as his mount, not something as easily taken down as the horse he was riding. Even back then however he had made an effort to dismount as soon as he was able; he worked best on his feet after all. 

The two mounted warriors met with a deafening clash of steel, Sikarthis' longsword flashing left and right through the air to bat away the quick strikes of his opponents arming sabre. For a time that lasted no longer than several seconds but to the combatants felt like minutes, they fought, circling each other like snowsharks fighting over the last morsel of a kill. It seemed as if the green knight had the advantage, delivering slash after slash at his opponent, driving him to the defensive. The knight sensed this as well, his blows less reserved, more power put into them at the cost of precision. Exactly, it turned out, as Sikarthis wanted. Catching the tip of the knights sword in the handguard of his longsword, Sikarthis snapped his blade upwards, forcing a gaping hole in his opponents defenses. Quicker than expected, the longsword raced downward, trailing across the flank of the knights horse and slicing through both hide and saddle straps. 

With a cry of rage and surprise the knight toppled out of his saddle, his horse running off and trailing blood as it cried out in pain. Sikarthis took the opportunity to dismount himself, taking his shield off the saddle and slinging it across his back before slapping his mount on the rear to send it off as he'd seen others do in the past. Turning to his opponent, Sikarthis was surprised to find the knight back on his feet. 

"[b]Accustomed to being dismounted are we? I suppose that's a good thing.[/b]" the northman said with no trace of humor, his words muffling slightly as he slid his full helm over his head, "[b]Come now, show me what you Southerners are capable of.[/b]" And with that, their battle began anew.