Winters looked around; the smoke was so thick that one couldn't distinguish between human or beast beyond ten meters. It seemed that the smoke was also poisonous; it didn't take long before his eyes started to sting.
A quick escape on horseback? The seriously injured Little Lion wouldn't be able to withstand the jostling. Moreover, a blind action could very likely be falling right into a trap.
Winters was unclear about the enemy's weaponry or their tactics, but he surmised that the enemy forces couldn't be large; otherwise, they would have swarmed him already. Why would they be so cautious like this?
He made a decision.
He drew out steel darts, closed his eyes, held his breath, and listened intently.
He noticed that Batu suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the three White Lion Cavalry halted as well.
