If hell exists, this must be it.
The Pale Riders heated up fast from the fire pits exploding below them. The corpse horses started going berserk with their legs on fire, and the riders on top of them were losing their minds too as the flames caught their ragged robes.
SCREEEE!!
The Pale Riders screamed and yanked themselves out of the pits. With no way for our side to pin them down beyond ranged fire, the riders pulled their corpse horses out of the pits in a hurry. Then they took off after the fleeing Furcas, bolting toward the far side of the dungeon.
"Master, they're running again!"
"They're too fast!"
With their tails and whole bodies on fire like some kind of afterburner, the Pale Riders started moving even faster than their initial charge as they raced to the other side. If we didn't finish them off here, they'd obviously put the fires out and heal up.
"Tch!"
