Gerald surveyed the scene before them. With the mastiff attack on the Kurathian horse, the enemy's assault on the square had screeched to a halt. Now, littering the field before them, giant hounds fought over scraps of horsemeat while strong teeth rent the living flesh from the wounded and dying.
Anna looked pale as she scanned the scene before them.
"Are you all right, Anna?" Gerald asked.
"I'll be fine," she answered. "but the devastation is horrific."
"We owe it all to Beverly," he said. "If she hadn't lured them here, we would have been worn down and then picked apart by their horsemen."
"How is she?"
"She's tired," he said. "Revi is healing her, and Lightning too. It was an amazing accomplishment, she couldn't have done it with any other horse."
"What happens now?" she asked.
