The argument was over immediately. Eragos threw a knife right into the rider's neck. Sleeping Tiger's hand found the hilt of the dagger between them as the Rider stared in disbelief. Then the young Dragon Knight plunged the found dagger three times, bang bang bang, through the fellow's ribs. Just to make sure.
"Go to hell," he told the warm corpse.
A piercing shriek. He found his feet just as Rand was summoning his last act on the splintered earth. Another ally dead. It all shook beneath his feet as he found his own horse once again and lightning shredded through the smoke and smog.
No one was getting away.
"Everyone on their feet!" Eragos roared. "We have to get out of here!"
"Not without his guts!" Sleeping Tiger insisted. His horse thundered past Eragos, taking a sharp turn. Crack! A beam gave way, falling in a shower of sparks and swirling flame inches behind the rider.
Once more he shot from the saddle. This time he went up, fingers wrapping around the lip of a balcony. It shook with his weight and he scrambled up the railings, hopping onto a pipe the exact same instant that the weakened structure gave way beneath.
Up and onto the rooftops he went. His feet carried him over loose shingles, clay giving way beneath his steps like fragile shale. Eyes ever on the alleys and roads beneath, choked in the gloom of the midnight blaze.
"Hope you can vanish!" he snarled down as he caught a glimpse of a moving figure.