A mushroom-headed creature blocked the horse's path. After the collision, the horse reared abruptly and toppled. Reynard, who was mounted, was thrown off. Fortunately, with his considerable combat experience, he managed a roll and landed unscathed, but he found himself surrounded by monsters.
Without a moment's hesitation, Reynard swung his sword, chopping off the head of a monster before him, and then continued to charge toward the leader.
But without the aid of his mount, how far could he really go?
Another swing of his sword, yet lacking strength, left the blade lodged in a monster's body. Before he could pull it free, he was engulfed by the surging mass of creatures.
Reynard watched the White Bone Mask of the leader as it slowly disappeared from view. So unwilling! Just a little closer, I was almost there...
It was at that moment, a familiar voice rang out.
"It's okay, because I've returned."
