Henry wasn't the only one going full speed ahead towards a seemingly on-fire village.
As the knights sensed the urgency of their commander by the way he was picking up speed, all of them bowed their heads and leaned forward as their horses ran. Yet Henry was the only one who ran into an invisible force. Those following directly behind had to veer off in all directions to avoid meeting the same fate.
A few were quick to jump off of their horses and go to their fallen commander who was slow to stand up.
However, Henry reacted instinctively and dodged the hands reaching out for him to try and help him up.
When he was on his feet, he tossed off his helmet and unsheathed his sword.
"Siverly, is it wizard's magic?" Henry asked, his voice strained since he had only just gotten his voice back after having the wind knocked out of him.
