It wasn't that he could see them clearly in the night, really. Allereun, after all, was more blind than a bat at night, and even with the fire and the moon, he couldn't see those odd things clearly at such a distance. However, what he COULD discern was the blurry individual movements of the things that approached them. There were six of those monsters, and they smelled of dirt, blood, and rot. Demons that rose from the ground, perhaps? Or were these some sort of undead monstrosity, intent on tearing them apart? Nevertheless, Allereun clicked his tongue, and with the extra few seconds he had, kicked the fireplace that he had stoked up moments before. Scattering the burning embers roughly over their camp place, he hoped that the embers would deter those humanoid beasts for at least a few moments longer. The dew of the night had yet to set in, and the bedrolls, filled with what was pretty much kindling, would make for a great fuel.

Animals would shy away from a large blaze, and Allereun was hoping that these demons were also adverse to fire.

Of course, the same could be said for horses, and he clicked his tongue in disappointment as one of the horses of the nobles, apparently one that wasn't very well-trained, panicked and bolted off, dragging the unfortunate Fiore with him. Great. Just what they needed.

Mounting his own horse with some difficulty, his foot missing the stirrup a few times as one of his hands was holding onto a burning branch, providing more of a method of finding him than actual illumination, Allereun took one last look at those ugly beasts that were approaching. Yep, they were definitely ugly, but it didn't seem like they'd be any faster than a horse. With his spare hand, he drew out his skinning knife, chopping at the ropes that tethered the horses to the tree. After it began to fray, his own horse bolted off as well, the young man pulling the reins and directing the horse towards the location that Fiore had been dragged to.

[b]“We need to follow him! Come on!”[/b]

It would be great if Leifr was skilled with the crossbow that he had pillaged from that bandit, but somehow, the man didn't look like he'd be good with such things.