Oh, they died by the droves but for every one that fell, two more stepped up in place, climbing over the corpses of their comrades. If they couldn't plunge their primitive weapons into horses, they climbed up to drag down the riders, fanaticism burning sharply in their eyes.
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Oh, they died by the droves but for every one that fell, two more stepped up in place, climbing over the corpses of their comrades. If they couldn't plunge their primitive weapons into horses, they climbed up to drag down the riders, fanaticism burning sharply in their eyes.