Arg Balvanz was the next to fall, thanks to Drakon's superior speed.  In one pass Arg fell, gasping for breath before expiring.  Kullvox' mace was bashing down upon Timult's shield, over and over, backing the knight up.  The last remaining Balvanz brother was being totally overwhelmed.  Brockram, however, was preparing himself for Golan's charge.  Garalt smirked as he saw Golan running towards the knight, after seeing Golan fight trouble, Brockram didn't stand a chance.

    A great whooshing sound passed Garalt's head, coming from behind him.  Garalt followed Hillsbrad's sword until it made contact with Xirin's neck, much in the same way Swift-Strike had taken down Wiltig.  Golan, however, chose to take the direct attack approach.  In one pass, Golan dodged Brockram's sword and sunk his sword deep into the back of Brockram's neck.  Timult Balvanz faired no better, and in one final blow, Kullvox broke the knight's facial visor and in turn the knight's skull.  It had only taken less than a minute, but all of the remaining usurpers to King Ulmerad had been totally destroyed.  Garalt quickly ran over to Alyia who was now waiting by her father.

    "Are you all right, my love?" Garalt asked quickly, no longer caring that her father was within ear shot.
    "Yes, I am, thanks to Demonclaw," Alyia smiled softly.
    "And me too!" Greylen cheered from the distance, running to meet back up with the group.
    "Garalt," Ulmerad said softly, "Haleron is still out there."
    "Yes, your Majesty, I shall find and dispatch of him quickly.  I will not fail you," Garalt said sternly.
    "But how, Love?  Haleron is on horseback," Alyia said.
    "Hillsbrad!" Garalt called out, "I'll be taking your mount, I'll bring her back in one piece!"  Garalt did not wait for any sort of answer from the knight.  He quickly ran to the horse and mounted it.