He raises his sword, and curses Henri, infecting him with a slow, incurable disease, to slow him down, and give him a distracting, painful cough, why not.
Yalanilue grins. “Good luck, lichking.” She was already at the lead then she gallops away from the group, snorting softly when Rose had caught up with her. She leans low to her horse to urge it to go faster.