"…Are we going?" One man asked another.
There wasn't any time for an answer. Vol sensed their wavering, and he delivered one last final blow.
"LEAVE!" He bellowed, putting all the Command that he can muster into the announcement. He knew they would scatter, even before they did. The flames had become one, for the barest second, and for that barest second, he had his control over them.
The bowmen began to break first. They were the weakest in this fight if their arrows were ineffectual. They had no one to protect them against the vicious charge that was almost sure to come their way, just as it had when the raiders had first ridden into the heart of Earl Hellan's army.
