The sudden arrival of your own cavalry has thrown the rebel horsemen into a panic. You watch as Rade's army falls back, and not desiring to be cut off, they retreat.
As your riders charge forward, all they're able to do to the enemy cavalry is hurl insults and threats.
Without a single exchange of blows, your riders have forced the enemy to retreat.
The lead horseman rushes around your surviving men, stopping in front of you. You realize that there's two men on the horse. Velinor remains atop it as Darin drops down. He stumbles on his bad leg for a brief moment, then recovers and steps over to you.
He's scratched and banged up, blood matted in his graying hair. He says, "Nice to see ya again. Glad ya didn't drown in the swamp."
Velinor laughs. "Don't go makin' a habit out of this, Marshal."
Still a little shaken from all of the combat, you say…