A knight's automatic response to danger was fighting, and that rang true as each knight pulled their weapons out as they turned to see Bren with a panicked expression as his horse was slowly dragged deeper into the mud.
The oldest apprentice had his sword out as well, but Siverly snapped before he could slip off his horse as he intended to.
"Do not get off!" the mage shouted. "There is undoubtedly more hiding underneath the mud and murky waters further out. Give me a moment to conjure something appropriate. Better your horse gets grabbed than you. You'll be dead the moment you are in that water."
Irene held her sword in front of her protectively, but her other gloved hand brushed behind her, telling the others, as eager to fight as she was, to stay back and listen to the mage. There was no doubt he knew more of this specific situation than she did.
