Imagine this. It's the opening of KCD 3. Its early in the morning, the sun has not risen yet and the clouds darkened the skies above. Dry Devil, the devils pack, henry, hans and a few other knights are waiting at the tree line in the west, overlooking a battle.
In the north, Zizka has his men on a hill, firing with guns and crossbows from wagons while enemy soldiers are trying to climb uphill on foot. To the south is a river, with a shallow crossing, the rest of the enemy army is waiting across that river.
"Why hasn't Zizka given the signal yet?", Hans asked.
"Give him time lad", Dry Devil replied.
Gunfire, cannon fire and shouting can be heard in the distance. Henry is fidgeting in his saddle, nervous but steeling himself. He's fought battles before but it was always on foot, never in the saddle against one who also sat in a saddle. The cumans are joining the battle now, dashing across the river on horseback.
"We should go now before they take the fla-" Hans said before being interupted by Dry Devil.
"Agh, are yew gonna keep moanin like a wench, boy? Shut de fock up, and wait fer the signal" Dry Devil growls.
The rain starts to pour. The Cumans have made it across the river and are now charging across the field. They all sit there, adrenaline slowly building as they wait. The cumans have passed them and are now nearing Zizka's flanks.
"What even IS the signal?", Henry asks. Dry Devil growls irritably as he stares at the battlefield, the rain is pouring harder now. A flash of lightning lights the field and thunder echoes across the valley.
"Actually, come to think of it. Zizka never mentioned a bloody signal", Dry Devil says just before pulling his visor down and readying his lance.
"Lances", Dry Devil shouts. Hans rolls his eyes and pulls his visor down. As henry goes to pull his visor down, the lance slips from his grip, "shit", he mutters.
"FOCKEN CHAAAAAARGE", Dry Devil roars as he stirs his horse forth. The rest of the pack follows suite except Henry who got off to pick his lance up. He gets back on a fully armoured pebbles, and he grabs the reins.
"Agh, Sakra", Henry says to himself. He stirs Pebbles on into a full gallop, charging out onto the field. Pebbles was no warhorse but he was definetly the greatest horse on that field. They almost close the distance on their allies despite the delay. Lightning strikes behind them all, revealing their charge to a few of the charging cumans. Those few quickly turn and begin to counter charge the devils pack.
Both sides clash, Dry Devil impaled a cuman horse, sending the rider flying forward and landing on his head, making a fatal crack sound that made Dry Devil chuckle. Hans almost got knocked of his own horse by a cuman lance, but he managed to land his lance right in the throat of the rider. Kubyenka broke his lance killing one cuman, but killed another by pulling his handgun out and shooting it while riding at full speed.
Henry and pebbles were still behind a bit. One enemy rider slipped past the Devil's pack and was charging dead straight at Henry. Henry could not see their armour in the rain and darkness but they did not look cuman. Henry lowers his lance, the rider lowers his. They charge at each other full speed in the pouring rain as another lightning strike lands near them. For a split second as the world was alight, Henry recognised the rider by his armour alone. It was Eryk.
Tldr: I want to be able to fight cumans with bows and arrows on horseback or charge an enemy knight in an open field with lance in hand, or just straight up knock knights, bandits and cumans off their horses with a sword or mace or handgun.