Brian Pratt - Warrior priest of Dmon-Li

Another man cries out as a bolt strikes him in the shoulder, knocking him to one side but is able to remain in the saddle.

When Lord Pytherian sees that James and Miko are mounted, he cries out, “Ride!” Everyone turns and makes a break for it through the gates.

On the other side of the gate they head straight away from the walls, putting as much distance between them and the enemy as fast as possible. Several more bolts fly by as they ride but all fly wide of their mark and they are soon out of range of the deadly missiles.

Horns begin sounding behind them and are answered by horns to their left and right. James looks and sees two armies moving to intercept them, but since neither has cavalry, they’re soon left behind.

In the moonlight they can see the mountains to the east of them and they make straight for them. They ride hard for an hour in silence, none wanting to take their attention off the ground ahead of them in fear of a horse putting a leg in a hole.

Lord Pytherian signals for everyone to slow down, to give the horses a breather. Riding next to Miller and James, he says, “I never thought I’d get out of there.”

“We weren’t going to just leave you there milord,” Miller says. “I’m glad we were able to affect your escape.”

“Yes,” he replies. Then he turns to James and says, “How can I every repay you?”

“If we make it out of the Empire alive,” he tells him, “that will be thanks enough.”

Laughing into the night, he replies, “Consider it done!” Turning to Miller he asks, “Where’s the rest of the army?”

“Madoc’s forces are still in the field, last I knew,” explains Miller. “The rest of the alliance’s forces are falling away with your disappearance.”

“Damn!” he exclaims, all traces of the laughter gone. “What about the Kirkens?”

“Word came that hostilities had broken out along their border and were recalled to defend their own lands,” he replies.

“That’s true,” James tells him. “We ran into a band of Kirkens further south and they said something to that effect.”

“I must return quickly,” he states, “or Madoc and the north will fall to the Empire!”

“How far do we have to go to be past the Empire’s lines?” asks Jiron from behind them.

Lord Pytherian looks at Miller who replies, “A day of hard riding, maybe more if they’ve pushed north since we left to find you.”

“Getting there is the easy part,” Lord Pytherian says. “Getting through to the other side, now that will be the challenge.”

“Especially with another army on our heels,” they hear Miko say urgently from where he sits behind James.

As one they glance back and in the moonlight see a large force of cavalry gaining quickly upon them. Spurring their horses back into a gallop, they race to stay ahead of the approaching force.

The man that had been struck with the crossbow bolt suddenly falls out of his saddle and hits the ground hard. One of Miller’s men stops near him for a brief moment and then quickly rejoins the others. “He’s dead,” he tells them.

“Damn!” curses Miller. Leaving the dead man behind, they press on.

James continues glancing back as they race through the night and watches as the leading edge of riders continues to gain upon them. Their horse and the one carrying Jiron and Fifer are beginning to lag behind the others who aren’t carrying double.

Leaning low over his horse’s neck, James hollers over to Jiron, “We’re not going to be able to stay ahead of them.”

Jiron glances back at the riders and gives him a nod.

“Milord!” James hollers up to Lord Pytherian.

Lord Pytherian slows and James is able to come abreast of his horse. “You and the others push on,” he hollers to him. “We’ll never be able to keep up!”

Looking back at the riders, Lord Pytherian considers it a moment.

“You’re needed back in Madoc,” James tells him. “We’ll give you time to get away.”

“I’ll not forget this,” he tells him. “Madoc owes you a great deal young man.” Then he kicks his horse and then he and the others begin pulling away.

James nods to Fifer and they begin slowing as they turn to face the enemy. Once they’ve stopped, James dismounts and faces the onrushing horsemen. From behind him, he can hear Jiron say to Fifer as they dismount, “When the fighting starts, stay away from the boy.”

“Why?” Fifer asks.

“In the heat of battle, he sometimes can’t tell friend from foe,” he explains.

“Berserker?” Fifer asks.

“In a way,” Jiron responds.

As the riders approach, the moonlight reveals about sixty riders coming hard. “Man,” he hears Fifer say as he draws his sword, preparing to sell his life dearly.

James begins gathering the magic as the riders continue to approach. He reaches in and takes out several slugs that he holds in his left hand. Then, when the riders are close enough…

Crumph! Crumph! Crumph!

…three massive explosions throw the leading edge of the advancing force into the air. They can hear the cries of men and horses as they arc through the air. When they crash back to the ground, very few can be seen moving.

“Damn!” comes Fifer’s exclamation from behind him.

The trailing wedge of riders veers around to the left and right of the scene of carnage as they continue coming for them. James begins tossing slugs and riders start to fall.

Crumph!

The ground under the riders once more explodes upward and Jiron sees James take a step back, staggering, almost like he was about to fall. He turns to Fifer and says, “Whatever happens, we’ve got to keep them off of him.”

Fifer nods to Jiron as they move to put themselves between the few remaining riders and James.

Miko draws his sword and begins advancing upon the dozen riders still coming toward them. Four veer off in his direction, the others come straight to where James and Fifer are standing.

James manages to throw two more slugs before he sags to the ground. “Close your eyes!” he hollers and a split second later, a brilliant burst of light flashes between them and the riders.

“Ah!” Fifer cries out as the light stabs like needles into his eyes. He hadn’t heeded James’ warning.

The horses of the approaching riders neigh in fright, and come to an abrupt halt, throwing the riders to the ground.

Jiron had heard James’ warning and had shielded his eyes. Now he quickly moves forward and begins to dispatch the blinded riders. The first one he pulls from his horse as he stabs him with his knife. The next two he kills while they writhe on the ground, holding their eyes in pain.

The fourth one he comes to isn’t moving, a cursory look shows him to have broken his neck when he’d fallen off his horse. As he stands up from inspecting the dead man, a horse runs into him and knocks him over. The rider strikes out with his sword but in his half blinded state, misses by scant inches.

Jiron rolls out from under the horse’s hooves and quickly regains his feet. He moves toward the rider who is turning his head this way and that trying to locate him. The rider shakes his head and rubs his eyes in an attempt to clear them, enabling Jiron to move close without being seen.

He jumps the last few feet and pulls him from the horse, both tumbling to the ground. His knife flashes but the rider gets a hold on his arm, keeping the blade inches away from his face.

They roll and Jiron manages to knee the man in the groin, taking the fight out of him. The rider’s arm loses strength and Jiron brings the knife down, puncturing the man’s throat all the way to the spinal column in the back.

Jerking his knife out, Jiron rolls then comes to his feet as he looks around for another rider.