But this situation quickly changed, because Brand had put down his longsword and started a charge. The young man shot out of the forest like an arrow released from a bowstring. By the time he first landed on the riverbank, he had already covered half the distance to the battlefield, and when he sprang off the ground again, he was like a phantom, darting among the cave dwellers.
In the eyes of the mercenaries who had put down their crossbows and walked out of the forest at that moment, their young lord seemed like a shifting black light—as he moved forward, his black tailcoat fluttered like a cloak billowing in the wind—this banner cut into the gap between the 'adventurers,' Great Angel, and the cave dwellers and Bear Goblins in the blink of an eye.
