[b]Tristan and Robena[/b]

Tristan fires and his arrows whistle through the air and strike sure and true like thunderbolts from the heavens. Horses reel, then stumble. The charge falters. The two knights to Pellinore's left were more shielded and their mounts are only lightly wounded. But seeing the barrage, they break and turn aside, galloping towards the town gate. The two on the right go down amidst their horses in a tangle of armor and bridle and a resounding clang that reaches above the rattling of the earth.

One arrow strikes King Pellinore's horse and she goes down, falling past the head of the beast with her momentum. It seems she may have learned to do something like this, though. She slips her feet from the stirrups and sets her feet forward and her weight back as the horse buckles. Rather than be thrown, she slides forward almost as though riding on air for an instant and then her feet touch ground and she skids, digging in her greaves. 

Seeing an opportunity, the Lady Sandsfern spurs her horse and races ahead of Robena. She tries to strike King Pellinore with her lance and...succeeds? She strikes the king square in the chest, but the king grabs hold of the lance and pulls, ripping Sandsfern from her saddle even as Pellinore flies backwards from the impact of the hit. The ensuing clench ruins your charge, Robena and you are forced to pull up short to avoid striking your lady. Sandsfern seems almost enthralled by King Pellinore. Her eyes glow a maddened red and her hair burns and flies, but she cannot best the King, who has gained her own footing again and is wrestling with Sandsfern with locked gauntlets, slowly gaining the stronger position. 

Intervene, if you will. 

[b]Constance[/b]
The Knights quail at your grandeur and the earth continues to shake. The bearded man who had taken your hand cringes and bows his head as though some great spirit had passed before him. Perhaps he is not wrong? 

The assembled knights disperse save for the young man who dismounts and offers you his reins. Cath Palug nuzzles your arm and seems to like the suggestion, for what that may be worth. The young man says his name is Mort, and he frowns as you consider his offer. If you look behind you, two more knights are making a panicked gallop for the gate and in the distance in the town square, you can see a press and hear the clatter of armor from a fall. A woman who's fiery hair marks her out even at this distance is fighting with a strong and powerful woman in a golden tabard that too reaches your eyes at this distance. And...is that Robena, forced to pull up short?

You are too far from them to stop this fight yet, but tell us what you do and how you make your grand entrance on the scene.