"... I hear shouting," The boy voiced.<br/><br/>Crowley paused, reigning in his horses and signalling for his men to do the same. They listened for a moment and could indeed hear some shouting in the distance. "What's going on over there?" The big man grumbled.<br/><br/>"They're speaking a different language," Gregory voiced.<br/><br/>"I'd say either they're expecting us... or Mr. Jorman is escaping on his own," the boy said.<br/><br/>"Well where is he?" Crowley asked.<br/><br/>Kosuke took a breath and cast his favorite sensory spell. He nodded, "He's trying to escape on his own. They're already following him. About a quarter mile Northeast."<br/><br/>"Well let's get going!" The big man bellowed sending his horse into a sprint.<br/><br/>Within minutes, their horses were falling into line with the horses of the Ranger's kidnappers. The two groups took one look at each other and started fighting while they rode. The rescuers may have been outnumbered man wise, but the kidnappers had less horses an less skill. Soon they were being overcome.<br/><br/>Then they caught sight of the Ranger. A horseman from the enemy was catching up to him, raising a spear to give him a blunt attack and knock him unconscious. The mage quickly muttered a barrier spell and the spear end bounced off a shimmering wall of air. Alaster soon took care of that man, and helped Mr. Jorman onto the back of his horse.<br/><br/>"Hello there boss," Alaster said playfully. "Sorry if we're late."