Leo glared at the giant as four of his men dragged him away. He brushed passed his companions with a flutter of his cloak and wandered to his tent. He threw open its flap and with a fiery fury in his eyes, ripped off his royal armor and donned his old black leather. He strapped his bow, quiver, and shortswords to his back and considered taking Ritterstihl but decided that if he perished doing what he was about to do, he'd rather it pass to his child. He walked back outside and to his stallion which he mounted. "Rangers! Mount up!" he called, hearing the order get picked up and passed along.