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              Daimana rushed into the mix, atop her horse, charging forward madly as she drew a blade from her horse’s saddle, raising its tip forward into the fray. She and Samana each had a short sword that their father had trained them with, and she planned to use hers. As the charge carried, the horse crashed into a mess of Elushu, sending them sprawling across the sandy dunes before its massive form. Daimana soon swung her sword in defense, as she was confronted by a trio of warriors, all brandishing spears.
              Attempting to deflect the spear points, Daimana swung her sword towards them in swift fashion, but missed two of the shafts, and chopped the end of one off. The steed being unable to stop its gallant charge, had found itself running right into two of the sharp tips that were lowered and ready to catch it, causing the horse to capsize. Just as this had happened, Daimana had not a moment to feel the shock of the steed’s injuries, as the third spear’s broken point planted itself in her shoulder, flinging her from the back of the horse, the long shaft breaking as her body met the sandy ground.
              Daimana watched as her horse fought valiantly to rise, but it was hopeless as the steed was sharply wounded. Two of the three warriors stood in front of her with their backs turned, holding their spears as they stared upon the desperate beast. The third warrior stood licking his lips at the sight of the wounded child, blood trickling from her wound as she applied pressure, her free hand reaching out for her sword as it had left her grasp upon her crash. “Come on, little girl. Let’s see what your blood tastes like.” The Elushu warrior licked his lips, drawing a blade from a belt on his leg. He spoke, having seen his broken spear shaft on the ground.                   “You broke my weapon, you little rip. Don’t matter though. I’ll give you a good cut with this good thing, right here.”
              The sickly figure drew his blade back for the kill, when out of nowhere his arm was chopped off with a single swing from a sharp blade, his head soon to join his arm as the blade cut once more, cleanly through his neck, whishing loudly as it came swift. The headless form fell dead to the ground, a tall, armored warrior stood above Daimana, with their back to her in a protective stance.
              The two spear wielders stood at the ready. Having had their attention stolen by the warrior’s interruption, they leapt though the air, thrusting their weapons in deadly fashion.
              The warrior dodged each thrust, as he chopped down through the wooden shafts, and then spun in a blur, decapitating the two chargers with one swing of his sharp blade. As the bodies fell, the warrior stood, standing his ground as he held out a hand to the young child. Daimana gripped it, and found herself pulled into a standing position.
              The warrior looked about, as the battle raged around him. He cut down an enemy here, and an enemy there, holding strong to the child’s hand, leading her through the mess of battle.
              Upon reaching the outer layer, which was of Dawn Bringers, the warrior knelt before the girl and removed his helmet, which had one long horn on the front, and a visor which covered the left half of his face.
              Beneath the helmet had been concealed a peaceful face, one that Daimana recognized.               “Dormand, it’s you.” Daimana grabbed his arm thankfully. “Thank you for saving me.”
              Dormand smiled, but kept a serious face as he spoke urgently. “Daimana, what’re you doing here? Your father left you at the Order, why have you come here? This is not the place for a child. It’s dangerous here.”
              The young girl’s head began to