Makuran yanked on his horse's reins just in time. A tongue of dragonfire touched down to his left, scorching the plain. Ignoring the intense heat, he urged his steed onward. A pair of Urt charged towards him from his right, snarling with glee.
Makuran narrowed his gaze. As the Urts approached, he turned his horse to face them head on. His sword flashed out, and the closer Urt collapsed with a gash in its throat. The second leapt towards him like a jackal, flailing its blade wildly. Thinking quickly, Makuran urged his horse to make an abrupt left turn. The Urt, unable to adjust in time, crashed down on the dirt where Makuran would have been. Before it could recover its senses, Makuran swung down and decapitated the wretch as his horse barreled past its prone form. Two more down.