(97 - 20 = 77) (32 - 20 = 12) Knight and horse alike are pelted by the strange, nigh divine (in their eyes) attack. The air smells of steaming metal and seared flesh... and the horse isn't looking too good...
It buckles down onto only its hind legs, whinnying softly in immense pain.
The knight, their robes singed and coated in burn holes, and their armor visibly burned and slightly distorted, slowly stumbles off of their beloved mount.
They just.. stand there, before drawing a long dagger from their side, slowly lifting the horse's head in one hand, and drawing their arm and dagger across it's neck with the other.
The horse can scarcely exhale before it dissolves away in an ashen-orange mix, like the remnants of a dying fire. The knight slowly stands, shaking a bit from their injuries, then wiping the bloodied dagger across their robes, sliding it back into its sheathe.
They draw their greatbow again, priming another arrow. The tip bursts into churning, explosive yellow flames.
"Listen. I don't care who, or even what you are. I don't care if you're some sort of ghost, or if you're even alive to begin with. You're dead. I'm putting you in the ground."
They take a wide stance and loose the blazing arrow with a yell. (nat 20)