Acrius couldn't stop the grin from spreading on his face. The familiar odour of battle hit his nose. [b][color=#FF9900]"Just like home."[/color][/b] He muttered, gripping the reigns and dashing ahead of the prince as he ordered the charge. He met one of the wolf riders in a head on clash. The force Acrius exerted stunned the goblin and pushed him off his mount. Acrius stopped his horse and turned for another charge. The defenseless rider didn't see what hit him as Acrius' longsword sliced through his neck; the decapitated head spiraled in the air, dousing Acrius and nearby combatants in the goblin's filthy blood. 

The distraught mount growled at Acrius. The boy felt pity for the poor thing having to serve a master like that. This was war, however. He dismounted, charging at the wolf. It bared its fangs and lunged at him. Acrius deftly dodged the wolf whilst counter-attacking. The mount had basically charged itself into his blade. It soon fell limp on the floor, dead.

Acrius closed his eyes and took it all in. That week of marching felt like a month for the boy, so this was a small, yet needed reprieve. He spotted Balthazar casting spells, causing a chill to run through his spine. Balthazar's spell always managed to creep him out. It was one reason why he didn't push his buttons too far. That, and he is a menace with that cane. Soon, his omnipresent grin somehow grew wider as he spotted what seemed to be the leader of the goblins. He mounted his horse again. [i][b][color=#FF9900]Enough of the small fries, the leader's head is mine.[/color][/b][/i]

Acrius raised a brow as he observed Balthazar cast a spell on him. The goblin's supposed leader now moved slowly, as if under a haze. He frowned slightly; it wasn't going to be much of a fair fight. As such he charged over to the goblin leader's locations and promptly dismounted. With a taunting grin Acrius pointed at the Goblin leader, turned his palm upwards and motioned at the leader to come at him. He wanted to meet the leader's mounted charge as he felt that the hex attenuated the challenge.

[b][color=#FF9900]"This much should be enough for you, right, O' Goblin Leader?"[/color][/b] Acrius said aloud, the distance between both combatants quite large. The Goblin Leader let out an enraged roar and came barreling towards him. Of course, Acrius had something resembling a plan. He'd be dead long ago if he didn't have a good sense of tactics in his foolhardy head. Though, what he was about to do was more insane than tactical.

Acrius believed that, from the Goblin leader's weapon and mount, the only comfortable strike it could do would be a horizontal strike. He planted his longsword into the dirt as the Goblin leader approached. He would do something many would call 'idiotic' or 'irresponsible'. It wasn't something Siegfried would approve of, that's for sure. His feet thud across the muddy dirt floor as he sprinted directly towards the charge of the Goblin leader. His weapon was raised horizontally; just like the boy predicted. 

Acrius, using the forward momentum of his sprint, jumped upwards. The goblins' blade nicked his sabaton as he dodged the intended killing stroke. With his open, free hand he grabbed the goblin's face during the jump, forcibly dismounting him off the wolf. The orange-eyed boy slammed the goblin hard into the muddied ground as he landed. With the Goblin leader momentarily stunned, he turned his attention to the wolf who had now turned around. It growled menacingly as it charged at the boy in a desperate bid to save its rider. The short sword slid out of it's sheathe as Acrius turned around and sliced through the wolf.

The wolf whimpered helplessly as it flop to the ground; blood soaked into its matted fur. Acrius sprung up quickly and faced the Goblin leader, who seemed to have snapped out of his daze. His eyes traveled to the dying wolf and then to the swordsman. Rage in the form of shrieks filled the air. After another brief moment, the two swords clashed. The familiar clanging of steel resounded through the battlefield. 

The orange-eyed lad was holding back; the hex that Balthazar cast on the Goblin leader still took effect. Its movements were also erratic, clearly enraged at his mount dying. Each and every slowed or enraged movement was deftly blocked or deflected. It was apparent that the fight had become rather anticlimactic. With a disappointed sigh, he deflected the goblin's sword away and thrust into his neck in one stroke. The noises that came out of the Goblin leader's mouth were garbled and nonsensical. However, its eyes bore into Acrius, as if to curse him. The eyes soon became clouded as the Goblin leader breathed his last.

Acrius wiped the blood off his short-sword. He soon retrieved his two-handed longsword and looked around the battlefield; the fight still roared around him. He trod up to his mount again. If he was lucky he may be able to kill one more goblin. He hoped, at least.