At the southeastern border between Stahl and Luak, a chaotic scene was unfolding as hundreds of Luakian pursued a small cavalry troop of twenty men, racing toward the edge of a dense forest.
Agusa, the promising young archer under General Luther's tutelage, was at the head of the cavalry. His eyes darted between the forest ahead and the pursuers closing in behind. He waited for the perfect moment before shouting - "Turn!"
Agusa pulled the reins of his Snowfire Horse, and the cavalry turned around in unison, bows drawn and ready. In one smooth motion, he reached for the bow strapped on his back and knocked an arrow.
"Loose!" - Agusa barked, his fingers releasing the tension of the bowstring.
