"Clean this place up, I'll search for the others or help the other sides of the encampment," Said that as he sheathed his sword to its scabbard and walked away.
Right as he was taking his first step, the ground slightly trembled. He looked forward and was greeted by the sight of Isam. Smiling as he rode on his brown horse at an incredible pace, his clothing and spear covered in red blood.
Frigs was about to dodge to the side, fearing and predicting that the horse wouldn't be able to stop before it hit him. But by some sheer luck and skill, Isam stopped his horse by pulling the leash as hard as he could. The horse raised its two front legs and was almost vertical to the ground itself.
Then the two legs of the horse came down, shaking the earth as it made an impact with it. Still, with a smile on his face, he said, "Sir Edward!"
Frigs took a deep breath, his heart beating fast, he scolded Isam, "Don't ever do that once again!"
