After killing most of the Ereians who fled from Baron Masud's onslaught and capturing a few of them, Khao'khen ordered for his warriors to march forward towards the sound of battle up ahead. The sounds of explosions could be heard by them right where they are and the clouds of dust that rises from time to time was clear for them to see near the castle of the town. 'What the hell is happening there?' Khao'khen's mind was in a state of puzzlement on what might be the cause of those things.
The hounds were fighting the toughest battle that they have ever partaken in and they suffered in this fight more casualties than they have sustained in all the battles that they have participated in ever since they went under the wings of the new king. A single person, only a single person was able to damage their numbers to such a degree that they were quivering in fear.