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"Amon, don't forget. You aren't alone in this one!" Amir called out, pulling for Hana to take a sudden, sharp turn. Hours of practice, countless failures and hardships, had strengthened her to respond on command, an asset that Amir was more than happy to call on. The duo swung around, returning for their fallen comrade before Amir threw himself from his steed's back. The Sentinel, who had just gotten to his feet, was pushed to the side by the landing Amir, who quickly recovered from the fall. "Even if we succeed here, it's meaningless if we lose any of us! I'm not going to accept another loss!"

He reached out, giving a quick tug to pull his comrade onto his feet before taking position at his side. "You're my partner, so we finish this together!" He crouched down, taking a bit of a stride before bounding off before the recovering Amon. "Be my reach, my shield! Everything before us is nothing, just as long as you cover my strikes!" He lashed out, landing very small strikes against his, admittedly, much larger, bulkier opponent. It was a war of attrition with this one, and each single cut, even if it was a knick. "So let's finish this together, along with our new allies!"

Ramla had been left behind as her liege and partner charged on ahead without her. Supposedly, someone else was supposed to give her a lift to join the fray from behind enemy lines but that never happened. Instead, she had been charging forth on foot, letting her allies charge ahead (with that fire dragon support. Such a handsome devil) while she sliced and diced stragglers with her wind spells.

She had finally caught up to Amir and Amon, who were both fighting what looked like the boss (so ugly). As her role was support, she flipped open her tome and began the incantation.

Amon was in trouble, fending off the brute's attacks. The wight had pulled at the lance he was using and was looking to strike with the spiked ball on his weapon. Not gonna happen!

"Incoming!"

The wind blades struck the undead soldier, breaking the attack and allowing Amir to safely reach Amon. It would take another couple of seconds for her to prepare another spell to attack the wight again, so instead...

"Finish it off!" she called out to her comrades.

The wind knocked the spiked ball off target and left a gash in the wight's arm. As Amir darted towards it, a sudden slash from Sue's sword struck its leg, and caused it to stagger forward. The wight attempted to grab Amir still, but was not fast enough to catch the swift swordsman and was left with numerous cuts across his body. Finally falling to its knees, a final strike upon its spine caused a roar that died out quickly as it dropped its weapon and the otherworldly light in its eyes faded. It then fell backwards, on top of the swordsman that had finished it off with a heavy thud.

The wight was the last of the risen battalion. Looking around cautiously, the Learanian soldiers began to cheer. "Who finished that giant off?" one asked. "I don't know, who cares? Victory!"

The soldiers thrust their spears into the air and laughed as they cheered. Fighting the undead was not a common occurrence for them and they didn't even know where the risen had come from. The only information was from the lone Kalilah whom the risen were chasing, and all she knew was that they had appeared and started attacking her tribe. Mind heavy, Rath began to stare out into the plains of Adliana, knowing that their road led them away from Songhua; knowing that he had a difficult decision to make that could affect the outcome of everything . . .