The clash
of steel filled the dust-laden air, together with the desperate cries
of the Emperor's men as they tried to rally themselves together against
the ruthless attack.
"I see Conabar himself!" declared one of Borla's captains.
"Where?" demanded Borla.
"There, on a horse!" said the captain.
"Give me a spear!" said Borla.
The captain turned and yanked one out of the hands of the nearest guard
and handed it over.
Seizing hold of the spear, Borla mounted his horse and began waving it
over their heads as he sought to round up the Emperor's men and muster
them into some kind of manageable defensive formation.
But it was too late.
"YAAAAAAAAAAA!!!--" The challenging war cry rang out from a thousand
throats as Kadrug's forces suddenly charged as one and drove the
Emperor's forces backwards across the camp perimeter, mercilessly
cutting down everyone and everything that stood in their path.
Si'Wren watched helplessly, cringing as she retreated step by step
until she was abruptly brought up short against the heaving flanks of
her black stallion. He stamped his hooves and neighed, for the thunder
of hooves from the invader's horses was shaking the very earth itself.
Si'Wren had never been in any battle before and never expected to be
caught in one, but she had worried about something like this happening
ever since their departure for the land of Noah.
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