Kumaraghosha’s horse suddenly fell to the ground. He leapt off and jumped out of the swamp. Then his body turned into blinding white light as he dashed towards Christian. He held out his long lance in front of him. If the lance was the arrow’s shaft, than his body, so low it was almost parallel to the ground, was the feathers. Kumaraghosha knew that if he couldn’t distract the mages, then all the knights that followed him into the town would face certain doom.
At that moment, Kumaraghosha was very certain of himself, but he suddenly recalled another fact about his enemy. The last time he was at Moramatch, the swordsmaster did not join the fight. He wasn’t the only one that could determine the battle’s outcome.