Five minutes earlier.
Nova cut through the mist, followed by the thunderous sound of hooves digging into rocks.
"Faster! I'm sure they're up to no good." Nova shrieked through her twisted mouth.
"Let them try." The dullahan gripped his broadsword, the red light flashing through the slit of his visor flaring with unspoken anticipation. Sixty years! No one had reached this far in the canyon for so long. He was bored, restless for a fight. Yet, his mouth still burned with the bitter defeat of his last battle. These two... they would make him forget the haunting smile of that man.
He licked his lips as he began to make out the outlines of a hovering ghost. With a lash of his reins, his stallion let out a thunderous neigh and hastened. Sliced through, the fog clung to its withered mane, swirling around its half-decomposed muscles.
