Horse drop

Several soldiers leaned abruptly out of the last two doorways on either side of the hall, sending a barrage of halberd- and cannon-fire in War’s direction. The Horseman threw himself to the left, his grip on the reins and the saddle sufficient to topple Ruin along with him. The deadly bombardment whisked overhead, near enough to singe. War allowed the fall to throw him clear of the saddle and into the nearest of the empty rooms. He reached out and literally dragged his mount after him, barely wincing as the wall and floor around him shuddered with new impacts.

Once inside the room, Ruin clambered to his feet and snorted indignantly.

“I’ll just permit them to shoot you next time, then, shall I?”

The horse tilted his muzzle away, the very image of wounded dignity.

“I thought not.”

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The Abomination Vault, Chapter 9