That missed swipe at Alleruen was the final straw for Leifr: they had to leave, now. Snapping the reins on his warhorse and the hauling horse's reins firmly held in his other hand, Leifr's two steeds broke into a sprint (the warhorse was trained enough to run at a similar pace with the untrained horse) chasing after Lyrisa and Fiore. Alleruen was on her horse already so Leifr expected her to be close in pursuit.
Leifr didn't try thinking about where they came from or what they were. All he had to think of was that they were hostile, numerous, and Leifr and his company were in a disadvantageous situation. Leifr abandoned his curiosity of the creatures from before and was now filled with only the need to survive. Leifr was taught to be the rear guard in these cases, but he was also taught to protect the supplies above all and in this case Leifr held onto the horse carrying those very supplies.
Leifr's mind was conflicted though; should worse come and the monsters turn out to be fast enough to catch up to them, would Leifr be able to let go of the hauling horse's reins and use it as a distraction? Leifr grit his teeth in both fighting against such thoughts and the pain his wound was inflicting due to the harsh riding he was putting himself through. Think of something else, he told himself. His mind drifted to how to combat the monsters. Their bodies, though grotesque and unnerving, didn't seem to be of natural origin. Their was no plate or scale on them so Leifr assumed blades could cut them. They also hesitated at the flame – no, they were unaffected until it grew out of control. Was it the heat? Light? Leifr imagined that the best bet would be to recreate the fires, but clicked his tongue in anger when he remembered that he had no fire-starting equipment.
There was also the fact that Leifr was unarmored and wounded. Though he could survive the pain his wounds caused, without his armor Leifr would be injured much more gravely than his current condition. Leifr looked up at the sky. It was a twilight hour, when the moons' lights were dim yet the sun had yet to rise. But such an hour was short lived. Leifr focused back to chasing Lyrisa and Fiore and quietly hoped that they'd be able to avoid the creatures until it was even slightly brighter.