"Well, that was lucky."
In that split-second of crisis, the knock-back from the Zephyr Steed's Roaring Charge sent Marcus flying, creating just enough space between him and the four horses to buy him a precious moment to breathe.
"-390."
The respite was short-lived. As Marcus was still airborne, the four steeds surged forward without hesitation. One of them landed a brutal kick before he could recover, tearing another 390 points from his Health.
"Good!"
The cry escaped his lips before he could stop himself. This time, the Zephyr Steed had not used Roaring Charge again. That decision, meant to be clever, had become its fatal mistake. A normal attack was not enough to finish him off.
Although the remaining three Zephyr Steeds were already charging toward him, hooves pounding the earth as they prepared to trample him, Marcus knew his situation had improved. He had survived.
