Sir Carwyn Belvin stared at the flat tailed demon in disbelief as his mind struggled to catch up to everything that was happening. Glancing in the direction of his men, he found that many of them held broken shields and bled from wounds to their legs and arms, but none of them seemed to be on the edge of death.
The other flat tailed demons had moved to encircle his men and many of them held bows drawn, ready to fire the instant they received a command but two of the strange serpentine demons with their brightly colored, plumed helms had placed themselves between the flat tailed demons and his men. Was this some kind of internal discord among the demons?
"I don't understand," Carwyn said, blinking and shaking his head as he tried to clear the fog in his mind. "I am unhorsed and disarmed. I am defeated. Why does he want to give me another chance?"
