"God is with Normandy!"
"Brittany, now is the moment!"
"Fight on, Chateillon!"
"..."
On the Trent River Bridge, Knights from both sides charged into each other, their war cries echoing.
The builders of this narrow bridge could perhaps never have imagined that this small crossing, meant only for travelers, would one day become a battlefield for foreign Knights.
The bridge was not large—it could even be described as cramped, with only enough room for three horses to pass abreast.
Thus, despite the earth-shaking din of battle and the hoarse screams of war cries, only the three Knights at the very front of each side were actually fighting.
The rest of the Knights on both sides, not engaged in the fighting, were merely acting as a hype crew, shouting their war cries without actually joining the fray.
Although the King's Army reacted quickly, responding shortly after Robert's men charged onto the bridge, they were ultimately half a beat too slow.
