Styke found Ibana less than fifty feet away. She was still on her own horse and held Amrec’s reins in her teeth, forcing both horses to twirl, hooves flashing, battering at the Dynize infantry that stabbed at her with their short bayonets. Her saber rose and fell, dripping gore, and within moments she’d cleared the Dynize and stopped her spinning. She spotted Styke and raised her sword in a greeting.
