R1C keeps pace with horse

Gentaro's mighty steed was immediately startled and took off running. He clung desperately to its back.

Hale followed. His stout, sturdy legs let him keep pace with the galloping horse, his rampaging army following behind him as fast as they could go. Onward, onward! This was the one thing he could do to forget his troubles. Drown out all those doubters. There was one thing he was totally uncontested in. Pure, unadulterated combat.

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Just one swing of his mighty arm could blow away ten men at a time, as he tore through their ranks and cold-clocked their horses. They set upon him with replica swords, and not-so-replica knives and brass knuckles and guns, but nothing could pierce his rippling muscles. By now, he was so energized that he was handily outpacing the horse. Damn it, Gentaro was going too slow!

"Alright, gimme that," he said, and hefted the horse onto his shoulder.

The horse screamed and neighed while Gentaro clung on desperately, trying to soothe it before it bucked him aside. Saxton had no such concerns. If anything, he was running even faster now that he didn't have to wait for his partner to keep pace.