Before the spear even connects with his driver's shoulder, Henry had a feeling he was gonna go all-in with this dive. Whatever his plan was afterwards he can only guess, but he can already tell it's going to be reckless and insane for any normal human being.

Henry is already lunging forward into the empty space left behind to snag the reins in his free hand, nearly slipping off the saddle but still somehow managing to stay on. Lucky freaks out, reasonably, the sudden shift in weight surprising him.

"Whoa—!"

He straightens up in his seat, dragging the reins and Lucky whinnies, hooves stuttering from the pain. If he wasn't so preoccupied with not falling and dying that he can't feel sorry for it. He'll put him out of his misery soon enough, but for now, he needs to make sure he won't die the moment he stops moving and catches up with the other horse.

The wounded horse draws the attention of crusaders around him, and he fights them off while Lucky's speed decreases. The likelihood of jumping off to fight them off on foot seems much more likely.

"Just left me with the lemon, eh?" He yells over the carnage, not really caring if Midnighter catches it or not.