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You are at the very edge of the wood when your horse rears up in agony. The Kraan has sunk its claws deep into the horse’s hind legs and is trying to knock you to the ground with its wings. The ghoulish Giak rider squeals with delight as he stabs at you with his spear. You jump to the ground and dash for the trees, leaving the poor dying horse in the clutches of the Kraan.
