Thundering hooves loom in the distances. Okular were alarmed that this unit are the one that had managed to escaped from their snares earlier. Haphazarding the movement of his column's. Once the whistle is sounded, it is a signal for every single warrior, male and female, for a total retreat
The Koryaks will scatter in all directions without care. They did not care about their other retreating brethrens either. They will not hesitate to trample other warriors if it means succesfull escape.
Smash!
Okular swings his sword's dull edge to one of his men. "Asides!" he shout. Unconsciously lash out his frustration to his men.
"There, they escapes to Yenisei. Haha want to swim eh?" one of the horse archer's pointing out enemies rear.
The 100 riders of Qara Yays, lended by Udmurt to Adam are almost intact. They quickly loose arrows upon the Okular's forces in the rear. Some are slashing the scattered enemies with their swords.
The unit only lost 1 riders and 3 spare horses. Each of them bring 2-3 spares depending on personal wealth.
"Hey Mokmok or Mukmuk perhaps. Don't say Quyqin and Kurava are dead!" Okular shout from afar. Moving through stream of cold Yenisei.
"Indeed they are my Prince. We could not do anything about it. My brother is also their victim," Mukmuk and Mokmok have similar clothing.
Wuit!
More echoes of falcon bone whistle can be heard from afar. Kure warriors try to cross the river by rock formations. Some of them fall from the women militia arrows. Others were shocked when they are attacked in the rear by their fellow kinsmen.
"Wait priestess we swore fealty to you and your husb--," one of the group plead for mercy.
"Execute all the traitors. No slave," the 15 years old girl punish all of them.
Kure watch as more men reach his yurts. Baydara still did not want to grip his shoulders. Screeching from Igiklav right hand. The Giant Eagle still did not want to abandon his master. Kure sit in the open, like a Khan. Drinking his lukewarm ayran from the mug.
"Come to your real papa," Igiklav force the eagle to grip Kure. It's a bad sight for their warriors.
"Kak!" Baydara refuses, the eagle tighten his grips. Blood poured from his clothes.
"Let him be Igiklav. In my new kingdom, everyone chooses whom they love. According to Epicurean values," Kure immitates Iltas way of words.
"Another hard words my lord, still are you certain? You know where are the southern warmer lands right. Why don't we roam there," Igiklav ask. He is still hesitant on the formation of their kingdom in this land.
"Roam all you like if you want to be decimated by the Jurchen again. Yenisei is our home now you and your fellow shamans idiot," Kure is angry because his decision is questioned.
Okular suddenly turn his gazes at the remaining men running from the direction of his rear.
"Eh their women could also fig--, wait it's Tiki isn't it? Why did she rides the yak carriage beside the enemy," Okular mutter.
"Why you look back, their strange atlatl have greater range than ours!" Mokmok shout after placing his deceased brother.
Mokmok run to guard the only son of the previous priestess. Both of them are standing in the middle of cold river. Putting the weapons in the scabbard and holster, their intention is just to talk. The water sometimes touch their feet.
"Ah good to see only few of my man died. If you may Great Leader. Let me have my glory," Udmurt rage dissipates. He prepare to take down two enemy in front of him.
There is a considerable distance between Okular and Udmurt. He aims the bow high, quickly gauging the arrow's trajectory through experience. Udmurt grabs an arrow from his quiver and pulls the bow to a full draw.
"Do you not see his face is similar to Tiki?" Iltas objects to Udmurt decision.
"Ah he must be her uncles or brothers. In other words your future in-law. I will kill the other one then!" Udmurt still let the string moves.
Loose!
A strong wind suddenly blows, deflecting Udmurt arrow. He is dissapointed, seeing it fall to the streaming water.
"Hey Iltas we come here to talk! In the name of Quikil. Please let Tiki come to our kingdom. My Clan will submit to you," Okular ask Iltas.
"Prince they attack us earlier. They have no intention to listen," Mokmok advice him.
"No my hus--, fiance. It's a trap from Kure. What if they spies on us," Tiki dismount from her yak's saddle.
"Show me your proof of submission," Iltas hears Tiki's advice.
Okular is not so happy to see her sister embracing her man arms. Iltas reads his expression, he gives signal to Udmurt. Okular could not be trusted just yet. Udmurt and some of his men dismount. Preparing their ropes to capture him.
"So this how you treat your allies huh?" Okular respond by moving to the militia closer.
"Don't be stubborn older brother. Lord Iltas is very kind. Surrender and you will be pardoned," Tiki try to convince him.
Slash!
"Oh too late for that," Okular cut a lasso thrown at him.
"Ready in behind too! We capture them both. The bearded men would be our archers practice dummy," Udmurt is eager to seek a fight.
Udmurt thrust Mokmok with his blunt-pointed staff. Swinging his blunted weapon to avoid serious injury to the two enemies. Mokmok retaliates by his heavy axe's. The two are jumping from rock to rock.
With only his staff's, Udmurt could keep up with his attack. All the axe's swing are avoided. Udmurt counter by thrusting the staff into Mokmok stomach. The reeling man slipped his right knee on the river.
"Accept your loss like a ah well ... Mokmok is isn't it? I'm almost forgotten. Your woman protect you hahaha!" Udmurt laughed victoriously.
"I will cut your tong--," two lassos bind his left hand and right knee.
More snares are thrown at him. His sword's in right hand falls into the river. Okular still struggles to escape.
"So undignified, give up and do what your little sister said. You should be proud becoming one of our horde," Udmurt hit him hard in the shoulder.
"I refuse! I'm a proud Koryak," Okular did not want to gives his blessing.
"Sure you are but like it or not. Iltas will be your brother-in-law." Udmurt hit him again in the same place.
Thud!
A poisoned arrow struck Udmurt's right shoulder, its tip piercing his thick gambeson. He felt the exact same sensation as when a viper had bitten him twenty years ago. Consequently, Udmurt was absent from Istami's Ak Hun Campaign, having fallen into a prolonged illness.
Iltas quickly shove Udmurt into other rock. He deflect the incoming second, third and fourth arrows targeting him specifically.
"When did the Great Leader?" Udmurt is surprised. He appear so fast from behind.
"You have been fighting them for too long, so i came. What about the poison," Iltas ask.
"Not a big deal, my men have the tiryaq. There are plenty of sleeping vipers around here," Udmurt reassure him.
Okular uses this chance to cut the rope with his knife. Mokmok could not feel the wet and cold sensation in the right knee anymore. He could barely move away and had to crawl with one knee. Mokmok suspects that he suffers from frostbite.