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Ethelred managed to spear one of the creatures on his lance and catch another beneath his mount's hooves.  After charging through, he turned his horse around, and shook his lance to cast off the impaled Fomorian.  He didn't have time to freeze his foe, but with such a large hole punched through such a comparatively small Fomorian, it probably wouldn't be walking away.

Ethelred's companions had joined the fray and struck at the Fomorians whom the Frozen Knight had missed.  However, there was still one left, and it had decided to ignore the knights altogether in favor of attacking the child.  Ethelred was aghast at this, that a creature would be so dedicated to inflicting pain and suffering on others that, upon being attacked and having their fellows killed just a few paces away, their only concern is trying to kill a child, with no sense of self-preservation.  This Fomorian was clearly either extremely dedicated to its task of killing the child, or more likely, simply possessed by a mad, destructive depravity.  In either case, it needed to be dealt with.

Ethelred galloped towards the Fomorian, swinging his lance like a sword at the Fomorian just as it prepared to strike the boy.  He needed to kill or subdue the monster as quickly as possible, before it had the opportunity to hurt those children.

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