And when Morold had collected himself somewhat from his fall and was making for his horse, Tristan was already upon him and in a flash had struck his helmet a blow that sent it flying. At this, Morold took a run at him and struck off a foreleg of his horse above the knee clean through the barding, so that the beast sank on its haunches beneath him, while Morold was content to leap aside.

Gottfried's Tristan