Urden flexed his grip slowly on the axe, watching as first the horses were turned loose and, secondly, the griffon came down and sent them panicking into the night. Couldn't really blame the beasts, even among men seeing such a beast come hurtling down from above would send most fleeing in a panic. The chaos trampled a tent already, though given the lack of screaming indicated there hadn't been prisoners in there, after all, most folks would panic when the structure of a holding area came down on them. Especially when it was from stampeding horses, and the flashing gleam of that fancy magic sword that Boss wielded, alongside the orders. Find the prisoners, butcher those too stupid to throw down their arms, and let those who yield live. Some days he wouldn't mind Boss being a bit more harsh towards certain folks, but he wasn't paid to offer advice right now, oh no, right now it was quite simple what to do. 

[color=lightblue]"This time I get to be doing the ambushing, hell of a busy night."[/color] The mercenary launched off from his hidden position, aiming his charge towards the nearest Morahti mercenary, not bothering with war cries or any real warning for the Morahti who were currently reeling from the sudden loosing of their horses, and utter lack of any idea what was happening. Urden would be aiming to kill as many as he could before they got their wits about them, aiming axe strikes for vitals. Be it instant, like the head, or taking out deep enough gouges in the torso that they couldn't readily keep fighting. Any of the Morahti that moved to surrender would be bypassed, as easy as it would be to just swing and feign ignorance later, but he planned to maximize the advantage of the assault before the enemy could organize themselves.