Murphy was wrong when he said the Bloodsworn Auxiliaries had done nothing after the Winged Cavalry entered the battlefield. The auxiliaries had already begun acting once they saw that victory was assured.
But even the fierce warriors of the Bloodsworn Auxiliaries didn't dare stand in the path of the Winged Cavalry's charge. So they spread out around the perimeter, hunting down fleeing gnolls and trying to save the admirable Transian warriors.
However, it seemed their good intentions weren't appreciated.
The auxiliary commander hurled a javelin, impaling a gnoll, then leaped off his horse and grabbed "Punching Mama's" arm. The fellow with the ridiculous name had become a blood-soaked mess. Howling like a beast, he clutched his broken spear and searched for another enemy, looking utterly deranged, with no trace of reason left in him.
But the more he saw this, the more the commander admired him.
He shouted:
"Stop! Stop! We've already won. You don't need to fight anymore, warrior. You need treatment!"
"Get lost! Quit bothering me! I can kill one more! Get out of my way! My time's almost up!"
The commander's good intentions enraged Punching Mama. He kicked and punched the commander away as he tried to help.
Dragging his broken spear, he let out a battle cry in the final moments of his life-burning Victory Brew, then hurled himself at a gnoll trying to escape on a dire wolf. He knocked the gnoll off its mount, straddled him like a child in a playground scuffle, and frantically jabbed the broken spear into his eyes.
But he was out of time.
When the Victory Brew burning through his life consumed the last drop of his blood, he still hadn't managed to kill the rare-template gnoll hunter. The gnoll shrieked and scrambled up to flee, but the commander