Jacques fought the swarming soldiers hard, slashing at them and kicking them in the face even as he was dragged out of the saddle. He drew his gauche and blaster as he hit the ground, ignoring the smashing blows from the rifles and flailing boots as though they were nothing more than light flicks.
"Is that all, vous sans valeur fils de putains?" He screamed at them as he retaliated, firing up into the throng of faces snarling down at him and slashing at their bellies with his gauche. "Je peux faire cela tous les jours!!" Even as he lashed out at the enemy, struggling to regain his feet, Couleuvrine screamed and reared, flailing his front hooves and staving in the heads of more troops around him.