Beverly slashed down with her sword, cleaving through her opponent's helmet, felling him. She gazed around at the destruction they had wrought; two more companies of Kurathians had succumbed to their blades. Her men were tired, the horses blown, but they had inflicted far more damage on the enemy than she could have hoped. She raised her visor, peering south to the enemy lines.
"Saxnor's beard," she cursed, "they've unleashed everything they've got."
"We've done our part," said Hayley, riding up beside her. "The horses are worn out, we can't possibly push on any farther."
"Form the men," commanded Beverly, "they'll need to rest briefly and then push on."
"Surely you can't be serious," objected the ranger.
If Hayley was expecting an answer, she was sorely disappointed. Beverly was star
