The battle raged on. The warriors were all dismounted now, many knocked off their steeds. Andre searched the battlefield and found jpcloet. He smiled as he slashed and shoved his way to face him. The two locked in a ferocious but brief battle that ended when Andre struck several sharp blows, knocking his opponent's sword out of his hand. But before he could finish jpcloet off, friendly1 and mrpicklepepper came riding to his rescue. Andre was joined by rileychris and Donkey, but the Legion quickly gained the upper hand.
Elsewhere, Germwarfare, his "Arms Race" weapons running out of fuel, became disgusted with the Warlord's lack of interest in fighting him. He simply walked off the battlefield. Iz Man thought about joining him after being severely bloodied by his first two opponents, but Izzy, always the glutton for punishment, wiped the blood from his face, took a sip of whiskey from a small flask, and charged right back into the battle. Slowly, the Warlords were battling their way back to an even score, but the Legion of the Damned were not going to make it easy.
During a short break in the action, vorm looked off to the west. At the edge of his sight he saw a lone warrior, sitting on a pale horse. He was dressed in strange attire. He seemed to be observing the fight. vorm checked on his comrades, who were keeping their opponents busy for the moment, and rode off to challenge the stranger. "Who are you?" he asked. The man answered, "Tis none of your concern, yet. Soon enough, you will know my name, and that of my clan, The Regulators." Vorm saw steely determination in the man's eyes and knew that the Warlords would get very little rest before their next war. "Where will we find you?" he asked cooly. The man replied, "Don't worry, we will find you." "Until then stranger, safe journey. We will see you on the battlefield." Vorm said. With that, Vorm returned to the action and left the stranger there, watching, motionless, looking like a statue on the bleak landscape.