Throknalf walked by his horse, letting it rest. He seemed to be focusing on one thing: Kill. He turned to the other soldiers, noticing them seeing the same thing he did, a small patrol of Ithilian soldiers, some on horseback, others as archers. Perfect time to practice their-well, his- new tactic. He then hopped on the horse, moving his hand behind his back to grab an imaginary arrow, hearing footsteps go as archers mounted the backs of the horses. They then slowly trotted towards the enemy, from behind. His heart was pounding out of his chest, feeling how close they were, hearing the others' conversations and footsteps. Then, he drew his scimitar, and ran forward, with all the other horsemen right by him. A triangle-shaped squadron they were, sending arrows into the small patrol as he yelled "For honor! For blood! For power!!" slashing a foot-archer as he ran towards one of the other horsemen, focusing on him. He grinned behind his decorated helmet, reaching back with his other hand to whip out his partner's scimitar, holding them in a decorated position: His left arm arching in the air, the blade facing downward, and his right hand slightly outward, the blade facing to the right of his horse. As he got even closer to the horseman, also with a sword-no, a great sword- his archer was taken out by an arrow, and grinned, thinking of it as just them. He easily killed the horseman, finding his move foolish. As they drew in, the warrior swung outward-in, leaving room to block the blow and enter his throat, leaving the sword in it, half its blade going through the small opening, probably damaging the inner part of the armor. After that, he took an observation, looking as they only lost three men in the fight. Almost flawless, their surprise worked, though. That's what he enjoyed; his battle technique worked. As they searched the bodies of the men, they found most of their arrows intact, chuckling as he helped yank out the good ones. He looked to the right, and found the horseman, walking over and grabbing his great sword. "This is quite sharp." He said in his dark distorted voice, looking down at him, then back at the sword. "I shall take care of it for you." With that, they started riding towards their main objective.