"Tav!" He could hear someone call out his name from behind. 'Kaleb? What could he want?'
"Sir!" Tav responded, pulling the reins as his mount slowed down to be at the same pace with him.
"Ral, keep firing with the archers!" He ordered, holding up his hands to signal the halt of each and every knight behind him. They were most of the rear units, about six in number and looking back they were enough for his plan— after all, he needed a small team.
"Alright Sir, Archers!! Fire!!" Ral roared and hit the reins, zooming off with the others.
'This is not good— I have a bad feeling about this. Who I'm I kidding? Its been there since I heard Master had been here.'
"Tav, do you know where we are?"
