Willis slaps the bum of his pony as they gallop at breakneck speed along a declining dirt road, that curves along a mountain. He glance behind him and the wind whips back his hair. 

Under a bright moon he hears thunderous hoove beats getting closer and closer, and then a whole host of infantry led by a knight burst around the curve of the mountain on their warhorse kicking up a huge cloud of dust, heading straight at him! The riders draw their bows from beneath the pommel of their saddles, each nocking 3 arrows, and let loose a volley! 

"Sh- OUCH!" A wave of arrows makes an arc in the air, whooshing as they pass through Willis, and 7 arrows instantly cushion his back. Then the drawstrings snap snap snap behind him as the riders let loose another volley! Willis yells and loops his arm around the furry neck of his pony, kicking off his stirrup to swing under his pony just as the arrows rain down! 

Thunk thunk thunk! His pony spasms as arrows pepper it and rake the ground around it, and dies mid-ride. As it sinks on its front leg and skid along the dirt Willis hears someone curse in Lunarian and turns in time to see the knight gaining to his flank, swinging a claymore at him that glint in the moonlight. Quickly he turns into a brown bat and slams into the adjacent knight in a big puff of smoke! The rider is knocked off his saddle and skid along the ground with a leg in the stirrup, hands flailing about, leaving a trail of sparks! 

Now Willis is back to human form, crouching low on his galloping warhorse. He draws his shortsword and spins his reluctant warhorse around to race toward his pursuers. He rides until a stone toss' away from the lagging infantry and they turn their horses in panick. With a loud RAHHH!!! he leaps off his warhorse and lands in the lap of a rider, and he cuts off his head, letting blood from the stump spray into his mouth. Yum! A trio of them catches up to him and thrust their spears at his body, but he slices off their spearhead just under the shaft and pounces on their horses, falling the column of infantry one by one. 

He cuts down half their number like this before the rest gets the idea and flees. As the last of his pursuers disappear from view Willis slips down his warhorse and it collapses on the blood stained ground. 

"Ugh! Hopefully this baron gets the message and stop sending deathsquads after me..." Willis mumbles to himself as he walk beside the horse and stab into its long neck with his bent sword. Blood sprays into his mouth and all over his body in a dark red layer. He shakes his head and tosses his useless sword away. Then he went about scavenging the bodies, shooing away the carrion birds as he does.

Willis unfurls a bloody map he found from the dead knight and squints at its content. "Hmm...I guess I'll follow the road until I see cooking smoke. Dawnhaven should be close." And with a puff he turns into a brown bat, flapping his wings as he flies into the night sky.