-----Sol then strived to take his own advice, and rode directly between the two mounted guards, lashing out at both of them with his longsword. Even if both should fall, the other mounts should provide Thunder with cover from the archer unit.
-----“Guard me rear!” Strolum’s voice roars and Sol imagines that it is directed toward Dilton, who Sol last detected may have been the most injured from this assault.
-----Once again, Sol thrust his magnificent sword toward the foe on his left. The weapon smoothly cleaved through the man’s armor and with a gasp, the rider fell dead from his saddle. Very quickly, Sol brought his sword to bear upon the man on his right. The man grasped his arm in pain as Sol slashed up his arm.
-----Just then the men on foot began trying to draw back from the Gorian and his own small troop. However, Strolum and Pil seemed to press into them slowing their retreat.
-----More streaks of magical light shoot this time toward the archers on the road. Three of their number seems to fall as the rest appear momentarily unnerved. The leader, seeing this, pauses; his own mouth working silently while his emotions play between anger and confusion.
-----"Keep up th' pressure!" Sol called as he gauged his chances. If due to the retreating footmen and reeling mounted guards, Sol was able to reach the commander to attack him once again, he would do so. Otherwise he strives to finish off the remaining mounted guard first.
-----With a trio of well placed slashes and thrusts, Sol dispenses with the final horseman before he can react. Suddenly, Sol is free of immediate attackers with the two riderless horses flanking him. The mounted leader just a few feet from him gawks with a concerned expression while his mouth works silently.
-----Urging Thunder forward, the Gorian is quickly within striking distance of the man. As the stallion comes forward, Sol points his sword at his foe’s chest. The point of the blade rams into the commander’s chain clad chest as a look of anger registers momentarily on the man’s face. The expression quickly turns blank and the commander falls dead to the ground.
-----Immediately, a hush falls over most of the footmen present, save for those engaged in battle with Sol’s fellow warriors. Then, most of the archers begin racing off toward the tents followed by many of the footmen.
-----"That's it. Keep on them!" Sol shouts as he sets Thunder into a remorseless pursuit. He would ride down as many as he could, blade whistling coldly in the night air.
-----Thunder charges toward the escaping soldiers and the Lathanian sword seems to madly sweep the air on both sides of the great stallion. One slice to the left misses a man, but a keen swoop to the right takes the heads of two soldiers. Sol quickly rotates his blade and sends another foe to the ground.
-----As Sol raises his eyes, he sees that many of the soldiers are heading for what they think is the safety of their tents. A quick scan of the area gives Sol the idea there must be about thirty of the canvas structures. Some of the tents are large enough for some of the troop to sleep in while the smaller ones must be for the commanders.
-----As Thunder takes him between rows of the tents, two more soldiers are mowed down by Sol’s magnificent weapon. Still the soldiers continue to run swiftly while some come out to try to meet him. Off to his left, the Gorian sees a smaller tent among the row where a trio of guards stands alertly in front. About six other guards run out toward him with swords drawn.
-----Sol lifts his left leg over Thunder, and gracefully slid out the saddle. As soon as his feet touch the ground, the Gorian charges towards the three guarding the tent, perfectly content to first deal with any who try to intercept him. With this many foot troops around, it was time to stop Thunder being a potential target, and deal with the enemy on their terms.
-----Sol finds that as he steps around Thunder, the six soldiers are there to cut him off with their own raised weapons. In answer, the Gorian Stormbringer thrusts up his sword in a semi-flourish. Though it strikes no enemy, it causes two of the nervous warriors to jump back.
-----With two cross slashes, he sends two of the soldiers dead to the ground. Just as quickly he parries two jabbing thrusts from two of the four guards. Sol is almost tempted to laugh at the shaky stances of those facing him when he notices something else.
-----Behind his opponents, the two guards still stand poised in front of one of the smaller tents. Just then the tent’s flaps are thrust back and a smaller figure in a dark hooded cloak emerges with another soldier behind. Whether the figure is a shorter human or an elf is uncertain to Sol in the flickering campfire lights. A silver rod is carried by the cloaked figure and it raises the rod, seemingly to cast a spell.