William rode next to his Lord, exhilarated by the rush of the battle. He charged into the fray, sword at the ready, he instantly decapitated an Englishman, sending a plume of blood into the air and the body sprawling into the mud. Around him lay carnage, he could make out the Duke in the distance, fighting off many enemies at once, he had the upper hand. William smiled before returning to concentrate on the matter at hand. Moments later, for some unknown reason to him, his eyes returned to the Dukes horse once more, his mind registered something with shock. The Duke was no longer sitting upon the saddle, instead a group of Englishmem swarmed over the spot. William wheeled round on his warhorse, sitting low in the saddle, he charged towards the group, as he rode he grabbed a spear tha had been left in the back of a Norman knight, he flipped the spear into a lance position, and hammered forward in his attack. The spear pierced the chest of an English knight, throwing the mail clad man back into the dirt, he drew his sword again, jumping from his charger and right into the fray of men eager to reach his Lord. His sword arm ached from the hacking as he neared the center of the circle. He broke the rank of men, reaching the Duke who had been holding off the attack. "My Lord," William shouted over the din of the battle, "Are you alright?" as he spoke William raised his shield slightly into a more comfortable position, then jumped in surprise as an arrow hit the large shield rigth at the top, he looked down at the steel head of the arrow, poking through the thick wood, he turned to the Duke a look of surprise in his eyes, had he not moved his arm merely seconds earlier, the Duke would no longer be standing there...
ooc- I asked Bjorn, he said it was okay