Ma Lou pointed at the second-tier captain and hurled abuse at the top of his lungs.
The two newbies on the other horse, [Don't Dream of the Day] and [Mosquitoes Faint at the Sight of Blood], followed his example.
The pair reached straight into the bags beside their saddle and pulled out the loose stones and rotten chunks of wood they had picked up along the road.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Two stones whistled through the air and struck two Cultists on the perimeter squarely in the forehead.
The attacks did no real damage whatsoever, but the insult was off the charts!
When Viel saw who had come, he nearly choked with anxiety and burst out cursing:
"You're insane! Completely insane! A bunch of unarmed refugees running back here to die?!"
Kairils's face, usually as frozen as ice that had never thawed, twitched violently.
He had given them his badge and detonated his Long Halberd to carve out a chance for them to survive.
Yet these four had actually turned around and charged straight back?
Meanwhile, among the Cultists.
The second-tier captain, whose grandstanding had been interrupted, watched the refugees bouncing around, contempt and disdain flashing in his eyes.
"Where did these clowns come from?"
"A few lowborn fools with a death wish. Do they really think riding horses gives them the right to provoke us?"
The second-tier captain could not be bothered to chase them himself. He merely waved a hand coldly.
"Send a dozen or so men to cut their horses' legs off, then hang those four fleas from the trees and skin them!"
"The rest of you, keep surrounding and killing the knights of Winterhold!!"
To him, this petty disturbance was not even worthy of scratching an itch.
But just as he finished issuing his orders and turned back