Then Tug’s shoulder smashed at full speed into the exhausted, off-balance farm horse and sent him crashing over, so that he hit the ground on his side and slid for several metres along the slick surface of the grass. The violent movement trapped the Genovesan’s right leg under the horse’s body. The horse’s hooves flailed weakly in the air but it made no attempt to rise. It was finished.
Instantly, Will was out of the saddle. He ran towards the trapped assassin. The Genovesan had lost his dagger in the collision and was scrabbling frantically under his purple cloak to draw another. Without a second’s hesitation, Will stepped in and slammed the heavy brass-shod hilt of his saxe into the side of the man’s head. Then, without waiting to see if the first blow had been successful, he repeated the action, a little harder.
The man’s eyes rolled up in his head. He let out a weak groan and fell back, his right leg still trapped under the fallen horse. Will stepped back to regain his breath. The second strike had probably been unnecessary, he realised. But he had enjoyed it.
‘So much for you,’ he said to the still form. ‘And the horse you rode in on.’

Halt's Peril, Chapter 34