Akara's high pitched whistle to the others told them to listen and each broke away making room for the spell to be cast. Even as skilled as each fighter was and as hard as they faught they were still being pushed back. Closer and closer they got to the city and still no one came.<br/><br/>Like a rock in the middle of a river the dead streemed around the number of them overwhelming them. Akara glanced at Aurther, Griffin and Evain in turn. Griffin was in the worst shape fighting with his off hand while blood pooled on the ground beneath him, but none of them were unscathed.<br/><br/>The city was too close, Akara knew something had happend no one was coming. She let out a series of quick sharp shrill whistles and imdediatly her friends peeled away from the battle heading for the city. Sandstorm raced by and with a fighters reflexes Akara grabbed the mares mane and swung herself onto the mares back. "Something wrong we have to go back." she cried over the sounds of battle and galloped back towards the capital fallowing the fading dust trail.