Zephyr quickly realizes gathering enough power will take longer than he feels comfortable with, considering the riders' pace. Abandoning the effort, he wheels his horse around, and spurs it forward. After all, direction of travel should be meaningless, and he didn't *really* need the damn cornfield anyway!<br/><br/>He rides in full gallop for a couple of moments before turning in his saddle to see if the opposing parties are giving chase, or have turned attention to each other instead.