Omensent: Wrath of a Dragon God by Barry Gibbons Page A

can't." Raven shrugged. "You should attack them before they have a chance to attack you. Strike while they are off guard and unprepared."
Bativa was staring at her, his face thoughtful. "That is actually a very good suggestion. Faldor and his men would never expect such a move, and the the locals around Crete will be happy to be rid of them." His face suddenly fell. "The only thing that concerns me are those weapons. They could cause us some problems."
Damion snorted. "I doubt they will be much of an issue. They are some of the lowest quality weapons that could be purchased. They're were crafted by gnomes, if our information is correct."
"Gnomish made weapons?" Bativa laughed in surprised delight. "They should n't be much of a problem then. The gnomes do not have access to any quality steel. My men should be able to dispose of Faldor's ragtag army in short order." He jumped to his feet and stuck his head out of the entrance of his rolling hut. He bellowed a few orders to a passing warrior, then hurried back to his seat. "I cannot thank you enough for bringing us this warning, my friend. I shudder to think what may have happened if they had come upon us unaware."
Damion smiled. "We're happy to help , my friend."
"Do and your lovely young wife care to join us as we go take care of Faldor and his men?"
Damion and Raven exchanged glances, then the huge warrior nodded. "It sounds like fun. When do you plan to strike?"
" We'll set off at first light. We'll take five hundred or so horsemen with us. It will take us two days to reach his plantation, then we'll wait until nightfall to strike." He smiled wolfishly. "It should make for a wonderful little battle!"

Chapter 6
 
 
They set off the following morning at dawn with five hundred of the Avonte tribe's most fierce warriors at their back, and Snowfeather circling high over head to keep an eye out for trouble.
They arrived at the outskirts of Crete two days later , and Damion and Raven rode on ahead into town, while Bativa and his horsemen retreated a couple of miles into the foothills to help avoid being detected.
They reached the inn where they had last seen Dar and Shirk, and found them both anxiously waiting for the couple to arrive.
"Thanks the gods you finally got back!" Dar hissed as they sat down at a secluded table. "Faldor has his men mobilizing! They will be ready to move out any day now!"
"There is nothing to worry about ." Damion assured him calmly. "I was able to get into contact with Bativa. He is waiting a few miles outside of town with five hundred of his fiercest warriors. They plan to strike Faldor's plantation tonight, after the sun has set."
"I think Faldor is going to be in for a bad time." Shirk laughed. "He's never going to know what hit him!"
They rode out to rejoin Bativa and his men, and await the sunset.
Once night had fallen, they gathered together with several of Bativa's men to go over their plan once last time.
"We'll split into four groups." The clan chief decided, using a stick to draw a sketch in the soft soil. "The first group will attack from the front. Once they have the enemies attention, we'll sweep in from the sides. Then, when we're fully engaged, the last group can join in the fray."
"That's the type of tactics that doesn't leave many survivors." Shirk noted approvingly.
" Can I make a suggestion?" Dar asked, a cunning look in his eyes.
"By all means, my tiny friend." Bativa smiled broadly.
"We should try to figure out some way to frighten off their horses before we attack . That would put them at a distinct disadvantage."
"I can take care of that." Damion volunteered. "I'm sure I can think of some way to frighten off their horses."
"That's the plan then." Bativa looked around to make sure that there weren't any questions, then nodded grimly. "Let's get moving."
They set off through the darkness, avoiding the main roads , and cutting across the countryside to avoid detection. They soon arrived at Faldor's secluded plantation, and the