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[h2][color=00aeef]Klaus[/color][/h2][/center]
Klaus raised her shield as soon as she heard the sharp twang of an drawn bow. She flinched as one of the arrows of the volleys hit her kiteshield with a loud clang. [i]Arrows fired from such heights sure pack a punch ~[/i] Her eye twitched under the sight of a tiny dent on that shield. And like she expects, there are already casualities among their side. [color=6ecff6]"My condolences, please haunt that sham of a giant instead, and let me sleep peacefully~"[/color] She muttered with her usual word of sarcasm, petting on her horse Alexander, bracing herself.

[i]We sure did our jobs properly didn't we?[/i] Klaus eyes darkened at the thoughts of those incompetent nobles sitting in the safety of their castle. With one grasp of the rein, she sent her horse charging uphill towards the direction of the enemy archers, sending herself as a detachment from the main force. She held her shield tight against the direction of those cowardy archers. Halfway the charge, she made an abrupt turn to the side, then her horse went galloping around the area between the barbarians and the main force without touching her enemies. Her shield, is of course at all times, facing her enemies. 

This act of detachment is not to charge at the archers blindly, as she knew that there would probably be stronger units in the back lines reinforcing them; But to threaten the position of those archers, and to have the arrows fired towards her rather than the main force & the innocent noncombatants. She ensured herself that she is in a distance far enough to have time to react to any countercharges. [i]And with less difference between elevation, the shield & armour would last longer...[/i]