Noctis
Aros and Kun nodded discreetly at me. I closed my hand in a fist and motioned with two fingers to keep moving straight. There was a bridge a couple of miles ahead of us, the perfect place for an ambush to happen. And it would happen. We were being followed. We had been followed since we left the Blue Outpost this morning. Judging by their scent and their slow breath intakes they ought to be Dark Riders. My brothers and I had fought them countless times in friendly skirmishes to know by memory how they moved and fought.
Mako, their leader and Nira’s father, tried to keep them well trained and generously armed for their missions. To anyone but me and my brothers they could represent a real threat, but for us they were just an inconvenience. Like a nest of ants. The Dark Ride
