Just as Guniya was rising to her feet, wails of incoming specters began to encroach from all sides. The various conflicts had drawn them like flies to light and heat.
Baratoum roared in triumph and gathered them to him with his dark will. Guniya stood tall, holding Phaeton, light swirling around her.
Just as they began to surround her, bolts of lightning began to crash. It was Avatstigorom, burned and bloodied from the explosion of his rune circle, but standing and evoking magic.
Hyresu and Aatush closed from the sides, smiting the specters. Guniya threw him the holy sword and took up her scepter.
Baratoum charged off into the darkness as the sun began to rise, abandoning his assault as the specters were repulsed and felled.
"We must pursue the treacherous mercenary sorceress and recover Motoman." Guniya said.
The four recovered their mounts and rode hard for Dauthon.