Jean stared, dumbfounded, as Kent sat in the saddle, eyes wide. "Bu-but moi has no chance to miss, not against such dreadful resistance!" Jean muttered, as Kent frowned and drew his blade. "Death should have won this!"
"I had thought your magic more accurate, foul monster. But perhaps it has been overrated. If you cannot strike me, then prepare to fall!" Kent bellowed, receiving a few cheers, before pushing the spurs into the horse's chest-
-which immediately evaporated to dust beneath him, causing Kent to fall down and jam his leg, incapacitating him. Jean frowned. "Oh. It hit the horse, of course, of course. And nobody can talk to a horse, of course. That is, of course, unless the horse is revived after the fight due to a misaimed spell."
Jean then cast Death again and left, claiming the victory.
