-----As Sol battles on, perhaps expecting the worst, an odd thing occurs. The figure does indeed cast a spell. Suddenly a light about the brightness of torchlight illuminates the area out to twenty feet. The light seems to be centered on the soldier that stands closest to the cloaked figure. This soldier suddenly drops his sword and screams out in fury, frustration and pain. As his arms flail out blindly and light continues to glow from his head, he shouts out in a command, “Grab the wench! She has betrayed us!”
-----The sudden illumination and shout appears to momentarily unnerve those facing Sol and the young warrior quickly drops two more of his immediate opponents! Now his last two foes swing clumsily at him and miss.
-----Behind them, Sol can see the enspelled man with the light brightly glowing from his head and the other two guards looking at him in shock and occasionally looking in Sol’s direction. Sol also catches a glance of the cloaked figure quickly running away along the tents to the north. Around the hood Sol sees a glimpse of grayish hair.
-----Sol's attention flickers only briefly towards the fleeing figure. 'Enemy of my enemy...' was given brief consideration before attempts to go past the final two guards who rushed him. His target for now was the pair of tent guards who were ordered after the retreating woman.
-----In the excitement, Sol shoulders past the two guards in front of him and slashes at the two nearest the man suffering from the light enchantment. Almost in an instant, the two are dead to the ground before they can react.
-----Sol then turns and glares at the two guards he passed and raises his sword just in time to deflect their poor aimed swings.
-----“What’s happening?!” their leader screamed, totally blind from his affliction of light.
-----Sol puts his strength behind his next swing and lays into his strike. Just then, he overbalances himself and almost loses his footing. The maneuver carries him clumsily just to the left of one of his opponents. He madly lashes out while turning back around. This swing misses but succeeds in keeping his foes back from him and taking advantage of his sudden prone positioning. Quickly parrying their swings once more, Sol straightens and recovers his balance. With one strike, he takes down one of the remaining guards.
-----Facing one last guard with the opponent snarling and pointing his weapon toward his chest, Sol goes for a quick move. His first attack slams the guard’s sword to the side and allows Sol to drive his blade on the man’s head. Now as Sol stands alone with an enspelled screaming man, the Gorian peers into the dark where the figure vanished to. He sees nothing down the row of tents. Just then the leader interrupts his thoughts.
-----“Damn you!” the man yells, “where are my guards?”
-----The area around the tents is very quiet with some commotion continuing out on the road where Sol left the others.
-----"Yer men are dead, an' fer it's time t'fade t'black." He had briefly considered marching the man under sword point, but decided it was quicker with less chance of argument if the leader was unconscious. The Lathanian blade flashes up, and carefully swings for the man's temple. A flick of Sol's wrist brings the flat of the blade against his foe's cranium.
-----The man falls with one blow to his temple. The Gorian then looks around, suddenly aware of the close silence around him. Nothing seems to stir in the surrounding tents. Off to the south road still comes the sound of battle, while wolf cries are heard out on the plains to the north.
-----Just as Sol positions the body across Thunder, he gets that standing hair on the nape of the neck feeling. Scanning the area, he sees no one, but he gets the intense feeling he is being watched!
-----Sol considers the possibility that it's the woman who fled the scene earlier. Since there is still an ongoing battle, he realizes there is little he can do about it now. All he offers is a few words, spoken clearly to the ring of tents, "My thanks fer th' timely intervention of light... "
-----The Gorian then mounts up carefully, and moves Thunder towards the sounds of conflict at a pace no quicker than a slow trot. The extra weight on Thunder, as well as it still being nighttime, merited extra caution for the horse's safety.
-----Before Sol can turn Thunder and ride off, a figure suddenly appears from one of the tents just a few yards down where he last saw the robed person. Then, Sol sees this person wave and approach him cautiously. As the robed one moves closer to the nearest campfire and that still insanely shining light emanating from the downed soldier across the saddle, the Gorian warrior can see that it is a woman.
-----At first, he takes her for an old woman as the hair appears gray beneath the cowl of her dark hooded robe. However, the face appears young (perhaps no younger than Sol) and somewhat pretty and her complexion fair. Her eyes are curious in that they are pale but seem to indicate alertness and wisdom. Her figure beneath her robe seems skinny and she stands about five feet tall.