"BEHOLD!" He bellowed, for the benefit of his men, and the benefit of Khan. "THE HEAD OF GENERAL HARME!"
General Harme was the final wall that barred Khan's rear from the likes of Karstly. Khan looked behind him, in hearing that it had crumbled. He sat atop his horse, with a glaive in hand, waiting for the moment when he and Blackwell's blades might cross. He'd anticipated that moment enough that he'd started to see flashes of their battle in advance of General Blackwell yet getting close enough to match him.
