Eight. Eight Glain, set to capture us. "We don't stand a chance against them!" the Princess told Steven, her personal body guard and fourth best swordsman in her father's army.
"Then we'll have to force our way out and dash forward." he replied, stradling his horse with his legs and drawing his throwing dagger. "Ready?"
"Yes." Steven signaled to his horse to attack the two behind him. The horse charged towards them, went on his hind legs and kicked out its front. Steven signaled for the horse to run, and it jumped forward charging down the path, followed by the Princess and Glain.