Bucephalus' hooves thundered against the ground as they rushed through the trees. Rider could hear Assassin behind them and he urged his horse on faster. No one was faster than Rider. No one. As they finally reached the clearing, Rider tugged back on the reins and held the Sword of Kupriotes out, turning Bucephalus in the direction of Assassin.

He was quiet; focused. It was a rare portrait of Iskandar, King of Conquerors, in his element and taking things seriously.