Chapter 210 – 210 – Markus hid those Madmen

Jaxen had anticipated that the cavalry would not go too far before halting. After a charge, where so many of his men fell, it was only natural for the commander to give that order.

Instead of directly engaging the charge, Jaxen lowered his posture and moved with a different plan. While everyone else focused on the charging cavalry, observing those who had repelled it, Jaxen positioned himself at a place where he predicted the cavalry would stop, moving into position before they did.

He moved before the cavalry, confident that, given the short distance, he could match their speed.

The result of his maneuver was clear.

He struck the calf of the enemy commander, who had his neck pierced and was leaning to the side, kicking the man’s leg out of the stirrup and pushing him aside.

The commander fell with a thud. Jaxen, unfazed, casually climbed onto the saddle, gently tapping the horse’s neck as if petting it.

The restless steed, which had been thrashing, soon calmed down.

Without looking back, Jaxen urged the horse forward and returned to Enkrid’s side.

The sound of hooves echoed in the otherwise quiet air.

The cavalry that had been watching, stunned by Jaxen’s calm demeanor, missed their opportunity to strike.

“You damn cat, living it up on your own.”