The men pull to a halt as they hear the charge and circle to face their enemies. Stomping the ground the horses whinny a battle cry of their own, furiously shaking their heads and stomping their feet, trying to contain themselves and wait to be told to charge.<br/><br/>Borghast, seeing a tell tale movement ducked.<br/>It was close, he could feel the woman's arrow as it shot past him and into the chest of man just behind him.<br/>The volition of the projectile, shot at short distance, knocked him back and off his horse, but these men were chosen for a reason and he had hardly touched to ground before he was up and on his feet, broadsword drawn.<br/><br/>Jacov's group is the first to feel the sharp teeth of the dogs, they meet them head on, the dogs, snarling and snapping launch themselves at the men and women in the group. There is no discrimination here, a throat is a throat and the wolf hounds make straight for them.<br/><br/>His own sword drawn Borghast grinned, a cold glint in his eye. He spared a moment to look away from those almost upon them and towards the place where the fire ball had come from.<br/>There she was...his prize....he yelled out and the men charged at the ragtag of an army in front of them.<br/>Letting them in front of him, he wheeled his horse around and headed back towards the tree.<br/>It was time .....<br/><br/><br/>