Dodges a lance

And so it was now. The tip of the lance went through my shield like a knife through butter and sought out my heart. I was a fraction of a second away from death. Only one thing remained for me to do; I could not deflect the Kangadon, so I had to evade it.

I twisted in the saddle, avoiding its tip by the thickness of a butterfly’s wing, and threw myself off my horse. I absorbed some of the impact by tucking my arms and legs in close to my body and rolling forward as I met the ground. It was soft after the melting of the winter’s snow, and that helped to cushion the blow, but nevertheless the air was punched from my lungs. The saber flew out of my hand, and I lay sprawled on the ground while my deadly opponent quickly turned his horse and charged at me again.

B11 C22