OOC: Ah, sweet.
Accelerating to attack speed, Jacques bore down on the parachutists as they landed.
"Vive la France, vous fils de putains!" He bellowed as he drew his rapier with a flourish, raising it over his head before sweeping it down as he reached the ranks of the enemy. No sooner had it cleaved through the neck of one soldier had he brought it up over Couleuvrine's head and delivered another backhanded blow to his other side. Meanwhile the heavy charger bowled over the men directly in front of it.