The man bled out from the mouth, and with a pull from Vol's strong arm, he soon went toppling.
A quick foot up, and Vol's leg was in the stirrups, and he was swinging himself over the saddle, once more towering down on all the foes that stood around him.
Maskem gave him a laughing salute then. Even he must have begun to feel the tide turning. There were barely a hundred horsemen left, and the encirclement was long since broken.
They shattered the rest of them even more quickly than they had shattered the first, now that they had horses beneath them to augment their attack. They were only eight beasts, but in the hands of the Sea Serpents, they were made to feel like fifty.
When the Ivorn cavalry saw its numbers dip below sixty, they finally routed. A man of command shouted an order, and went fleeing, and then the rest soon enough fled after him, their formation loose.
