Stretching his palm, he conjured two arrows of decay, which pierced through the first man on horseback.
His eyes went wide when the arrows pierced through his leather armor. Gasping, he crumbled into black dust, leaving the horse in hot speed.
Taking a step forward, Cristian aimed for the reins, grabbed it and pulled himself onto the horse's back.
"Fuck!" The leader hollered when Cristian increased the gap, chasing after the carriage.
"Forget the rest; we'll get them, but I want him dead!" The leader said to the man in a corse linen black coat that covered every part of his body except his boots and hands, which were covered in black gloves.
Only his chin could be seen from his hood, while a bastard sword rested on his back. He rode a black, handsome horse but never attacked once.
In fact, he kept a distance from the chasing group.
