More the four thousand years ago a man named Job complained to God about all his problems. It is said that God answered him "Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws the ground fiercely rejoicing in his strength and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear,afraid of nothing, he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his along with the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground, he can not stand still when the trumpet sounds."
Nearly stretched out flat against the ground as he gallops the massive black horse gallops across the field as he and his rider lead a group of troops towards a unit of grey clad men. Astride his muscular back his rider, Laura, unsheathes her red handled sword. In the bright sunlight the sword gleams along its lethal double edged blade. As the powerful black horse nears the group Laura points the blade forward and for the first time notices fear upon the faces of her enemies. She can almost see the whites of their eyes as her black mount strikes down the first man with his hooves.
This is all I have so far. What do you think?