We ran like the wind. I had flattened myself down against the saddle, giving us as little resistance as we could manage.
Another howl met my ears, this time closer and to our right.
I risked a glance to the side and saw what my mind had feared, two silverbeasts keeping pace with us, each mounted by a single human Rider armed with spears and heavy knives at their belt.
I doubted highly my small hunting knife would do much in way of damage through their spiked metallic armour. I was at a loss at what to do, I was not a fighter, I was a simple explorer with a sick man at my back, holding onto me with waning strength.
And his strength appeared to be failing fast.
I had only seconds for it to register before Aureus’ grip on my waist broke and he tumbled six feet out of the saddle and rolled along the sand, landing in a limp lump on the ground.
I pulled heavy on the reigns of my mount and spun he