The wizard fled out on the moor, and the rider followed. For three days and nights, the wizard had been able to escape the rider’s attention, but had been revealed this morning due to a stupid but oh so common mistake. The rider was closing in fast now; in this pace it would catch up with the old man in only a few seconds, and when, or if, that happened, the war would pretty much be over. This didn’t cross the riders mind though; nothing ever did. It’s mind was set on a single task, and that was obeying it’s master’s orders. Nothing else mattered. For all the rider cared, if it could have cared, the world could go to hell and back again just as long as the book that wizard was carrying ended up in it’s master’s hands. The wizard’s mind was, on the other hand, racing. As was his heart. He needed to stay focused if he was to succeed casting the spell he was preparing, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if he got caught or, even worse, killed. He instinctively turned around to see how much closer the rider had come, and he was shocked to see that it was almost upon him. He was going to have to face it up close; at least for only a short while. He needed more time to cast the spell, and running wouldn’t buy him enough. He stopped just as the abomination behind him let out it’s terrifying scream, and managed to draw his blade in time to parry the rider’s. The creature brought it’s horse to a halt and turned to charge the wizard again, but the old man was faster. With a single, powerful word he sent the dust underneath the mount upwards in a strong wind, causing the animal to trip and fall. As the dust settled, Haaru could see the rider rising from the body of it’s fallen horse. “Let’s get this over with, then” the wizard said, and charged.