"Shields together! Shields Together," Sir Carwyn Belvin yelled as he prodded his horse into a full gallop. "Beware the archers! For the Hounds!"
Carwyn wasted no time waiting for his men as he charged toward the flat tailed demon archers. He clutched his shield with one hand and in the other, he tightened his grip on the short, wooden handle of a horseman's flail. At the end of the wooden rod, an iron chain the length of his forearm connected to a smooth, iron ball that the young knight had already begun to spin as he rounded the bend in the road.
