[He didn’t falter from her threat. Magic didn’t frighten him that easily. Only the heinous dark arts that the religious fantastics did. As he was about to make his rebuttal, a jolt crackled in front of them, narrowly missing Berkut’s stallion. The horse bucked, and Berkut nearly fell off his own horse as he was too concreted on his target in the moment before the magic struck. He jerked the reins, attempting to calm the spooked horse.]

How dare you fire your-

[Before he could finish his sentence and accuse the mage however, there was something odd that happened in the space inbetween them. Matter briefly distorted and a being appeared to phase in before them. The figure was a slim woman, wearing a mask with glowing eyes, and complexion that could only belong to the undead. She wore a smirk on her face, floating just above the ground, and started to form her hands into an all familiar pose. The undead sorceress giggled in the same laughter both of them should be very well acquainted with.]

Get back!

[He shouted the order towards the girl. It was only instinct, after being caught before in a Witch’s playground with his army. Berkut quickly galloped on his horse away from the foe, avoiding the onslaught. Nothing could go his way today, could they? He gritted his teeth, making a sharp turn with the horse so he go back and stab the witch from behind with his lance.]