Watching the top of the hill, Jakobe took a deep breath as the sounds of combat while he raced forward. As the enemy crossed the top of the hill, he readied his halberd, eyes narrowing at his intended target: the archers. As always, they served to impose a major disadvantage on the Reclaimers' aerial units, which was an unacceptable disadvantage. Fighting uphill, as well, put him at a loss when it came to the host of enemies. There were a number of things tactically serving these mysterious enemies, but Jakobe had one thing they didn't.

The best damned warhorse he'd ever seen. 

Letting out a massive bellowing cry, Jakobe charged into the host of enemies, swinging his halberd at the archer who'd loosed an arrow at Kaene. Not many people had the resolve to stand firm in the face of a charging warhorse and its rider, but this archer was one of them. Rather than cowering or panicking, the robed person instead used their bow to deflect the haft of Jakobe's halberd, before nocking another arrow and firing it at the mounted soldier. The projectile flew past, missing both rider and mount, causing Jakobe to curse and turn in preparation for another attack run.