[LCP]

The Ungor hissed as the knife flashed across the open air between it and the cart, slicing a bloody line across its bony shoulder - fixed on Ithelus, its red eyes narrowed, looking for a way to exact its revenge. Slowly, its gaze shifted to the top of the muddy cartwheel, its bestial features taking on an almost calculating look.

The white-furred beastman roared, whirling its axe over its head to strike up at the squire's neck - Seth ducked in the saddle, the great lump of iron whistling inches above his scalp as he fought to keep his whinnying horse in check.