The spirit wanted her dead fast, that much was evident. Whatever was lurking nearby had made it cautious, and a cautious predator was a lethal one. It wanted to finish the woman and shift its full attention to the hidden threat.
The woman was barely holding on. Her staff caught most of the blows, but each impact rattled her arms and pushed her closer to breaking.
Then she heard the galloping noise once more.
The same horse came charging from a far, bearing down on the spirit from behind. The spirit's eyes narrowed. The woman's did too.
'The same horse from before.'
This wasn't a coincidence. The first charge could have been a stray beast acting on instinct.
But twice? Targeting the same enemy?
'Somebody is sending me a signal.' The thought clicked into place. 'They want to help me.'
