บท 446: 346 - First Blood

One good thing about being able to run at top speed for two hours without tiring is that you can keep up with minotaurs in the dusty wake raised by hundreds of charging horsemen.

You're already imagining the downside, aren't you? How breathing that heavily in such a cloud of dust coats the inside of the lungs, causing a level of coughing that borders on vomiting?

I had evolutions from high-flying birds, to survive without as much oxygen. The others managed, somehow. Maybe the dust wasn't as bad at their height?

And there was a LOT of running; some idiot had taught the lizard riders about Fabian tactics. Instead of wheeling into a suicidal charge, they rode to the top of a nearby hill, and then wheeled to face the knights. The knights, in turn, split off both left and right, but stayed well away from the base of the hill.

"Straight up!" Uma urged us. "We go straight up that trail until they HAVE to charge us."