Swords clashed, and Weiset's heart trembled. He roared like a wounded beast—exhausted, growing weaker in his fight against the Centurion, and soon to meet his death on the spot.
The Golan Cavalry, seeing their commander fall, didn't succumb to fear. Instead, they turned their horses around, shouting in unison. They raised their swords; their weary steeds began to trot forward, launching a charge as tumultuous as an avalanche toward their commander. They fought valiantly alongside the Dwarves, and the clanging of swords sounded like a requiem being sung.
The Cavalry broke through the Dwarves surrounding their commander, saving Weiset from danger. The Earl's son mounted his horse once again, looking down at the blood-stained battlefield and soon realized with horror that Larsen Town was full of Dwarves—he could barely see any Golan banners anymore!
