Cuts

Before either horse or rider could begin to respond to the sudden maneuver, War tensed both knees and straightened once more to his feet. With the flat of both hands, he lifted and threw rider and steed together. Propelled by both the Horseman’s unnatural might and their own forward momentum, they tumbled and flailed across the battlefield, fully airborne, until colliding with a deafening, bone-rending crash against the second of the three Knights of Perdition.
War ducked into a roll back the way he’d come, passing easily beneath the blade of the last of the trio, and shot upright into a fearsome leap. His skin had resumed the color and texture of flesh, and Chaoseater was again clutched in hand. He landed hard beside the entangled riders, blade readied in a two-fisted grip. Metal, demons, and mounts screamed in unison as it punched through armor, through flesh, through bone, until the tip once more rested in the sickly soil.

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The Abomination Vault, Chapter 22