"There's no need to get so violent right off the bat." He pointed out, practically leaking sarcasm. "It's hard to feel the same way you do without any personal investment in this here war. Not that most have any real investment beyond being drafted...but all the same, you do get what I'm saying, right?"

There's a pause before he shrugs and moves to the pair of horses he had previously freed. Taking them by the reins himself, he guides one to the man in a black getup, then hops onto the back of the his own with a motion that implied a great deal of experience.

"Whatever. I need a bit of relief. And if that means knocking the lights out of some bucketheads, sure. Why not?" He gestures to the other mount. "That's a decent horse. Seems to be trained well, too. You could do well with it even without trying much. It's probably not from around here, though. Likely doesn't even understand that it's been brought out here to live out its usefulness and die. Not unlike the rest of us. Try not to get it killed."

With that, he kicked the animal into action and raced down the hill.