Skandra seized a handful of the reins and tugged, as hard as he could manage, throwing the rider off-balance. The man had a vial in his hand. A serious look was on his face, now, and panic was starting to take both horse and rider. The burly fellow atop the horse was giving commands with his heels, but Skandra was wildly countermanding them with the reins, and all the while fishing for a knife. He couldn't quite seem to pull one as he artfully avoided the stamping, manic hooves that were seeking only by proximity to crush him. Nor could the fellow on the horse get a firm grip on that vial.
When the horse broke away it flung Skandra to the ground, hard, forcing the air out of his chest. Must have knocked his ribs on a stone. A hard grunt escaped the Immortal's lips as he struggled to his feet, wheezing while his opponent laughed in triumph. The horse turned, the vial was held high. Red liquid with spots of orange, solid spots that did not seem to want to mix with the red. Skandra had never seen anything like it. Must have been alchemy, and that meant it must have been one of Gershul's creations. The bastard laughed again, and then threw it.
Skandra's hands closed not on a knife, but on the hat at his feet. A two-handed swing of the hat, sweeping it like a fan, rebounded the potion at the laughing burly bastard sitting atop his stupid horse. Shrill was the scream that erupted from the saddle when it broke upon his face.
Light seemed to be sucked out of the air around them; grass flattened in a wide circle around the man who sat atop his horse. Skandra could feel the force before it actually hit, but when it did, everything was knocked from its feet. One of the horses screamed, too, as its leg was simply snapped by the pressure. It felt as though some distant and ancient god had slapped his hand down upon the grass. Skandra, from his side, watched as the fireball consumed both horse and rider. Whatever that alchemy was, it was not meant to be pleasant, and it was not. Flesh and fabric were stripped away from the little Skandra could see of the fellow's body.
And as they wafted away on the wind, they were disintegrated.
Despite himself, Skandra laughed, wild and sinister as the light began to fade.