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Ulwyte's horse reared, neighing imperiously. With a flailing kick it caught the nearest were-bear in the stomach. Ulwyte didn't dismount. An upperhand against such creatures was to stay taller than them. His sword flashed dangerously, eager for the blood of victims. Arrows were no use here. The thick fur of the bears would protect them. Might as well have a young child armed with a sling to battle a warrior armed with a sword.
Urging the horse at a run, Ulwyte quickly plunged into battle to save Kasteni. Lovek and Khuleln could take care of themselves. The horse neighed with fear, veins popping in its neck. With one hand, Ulwyte pulled on the reins for control, with the other hand he fought with his sword. Always master your horse before you master your enemies, was a favorite saying of his father.
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"What shall we do, what shall we do!" he cried. "Escaping goblins to be caught be wolves!"
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