With bravery and finesse

You have been honing your fighting and horse riding skills since young and this campain was your first chance to prove your worth. Your father used all his contacts and savings, even going into debts to buy you a good long sword, light armor and a trained mare. In the battle of Dunbar you were riding in the first row leading the cavalry's onslaught, routing the Scottish peasant infantry immediately. You and your fellow cavalry companions chased them in a battle frenzy dispatching dozens without any resistance until you met him.

A Scottish knight in full plate armor riding a magnificient warhose. Just a look and everyone would recognize him as a man of standing. The armor alone must be worth a fortune and capturing him alive would promise a high ransom. You heard him bellowing orders to a few retainers and the fleeing Scots around him. He must have known that he was fighting a hopeless fight. There was no way he could rally up a defense in this chaos again. Still he and his retainers were fighting like madmans, unyielding and with fury. As they managed to cut down the seventh heavy cavalry unit you noticed that the riders around you have become wary of them.