As they sped out of sight, Camilla and Cyrdic would see the Chosen of Chaos slaying the Warrior Priest. He did not even bother checking the corpse. Instead he turned, and gazed at the road they now sped upon into the wilderness. A voice echoed across the trees so powerfully, it was as if he was just beside them. 

"[i]You have what I want, Tilean bitch[/i]." 

Cyrdic clenched his teeth from within his mouth, and snarled like the wolf on the hilt of his blade. His blade roared in his mind, and not for the first time did he predict the blade was made specifically to fight against Chaos beasts. What's more, Cyrdic knew that if they were coming after Camilla, he'd stand right between them. Camilla wa- 

A few miles had passed down the road, and the mules had run over a gnarled branch that had jutted out of the ground like an unwanted curse. It sent Cyrdic and Camilla out of the wagon, the two unable to gain purchase on the hardwood of the speeding construct. Cyrdic hit the ground roughly, skidding, only to feel something land on him from above. 

He opened his eyes, groaning as Camilla lay atop him. Dust and dirt billowed, now mingling with the mist and fighting for dominance over the air. Cyrdic breathed heavily, and swallowed. His throat was dry from all of the shouting earlier. "Are you ok?" he breathed. The honking call of the mules was now a distant memory. 
[@Penny]