There is a warrior, archer, mage and priest, all mounted on Skeletal Horses--”“Four Horsemen, really?” Astrid asked.I chuckled. “That’s what...I said. The tricky thing about the fight for us was that on the previous floors we had focused on killing the priests first so they couldn’t resurrect their allies. For the boss fight, you need to do the opposite. The priest is actually able to siphon mana from its’ allies, which makes it pretty much invulnerable. You need to kill the other three and then. Vicki’s eleven.”“I thought you said college students.”“Nikki is actually Doctor Dominique Granger, PhD. The rest, really – college students. I can send you some papers that are pertinent.”“No, no ... Seriously – eleven and twelve?”“Precocious is hardly a descriptor,” I said. “I’d think that these would be an asset to any social mingling that may take place.”“I might imagine so.”“You’ve seen the webpages, have you not?” I asked.“No. Webpages?”“Let me get your email address. I’ll send you. The tables were almost as dirty as was the floor, there were no pillows on the ramshackle chairs and benches, from the stove in the corner came puffs of smoke and too much heat. I had had my share of dubious food and cheap wine, but was not drunk — it would not have been a good idea for a woman on her own to get drunk in such a place. I was tired, but not sleepy. I did not want to think — or rather, there were things I did not want to think about. I had run out of things to read. I tried to. I promised them a war that would bleed their Army until they had no Army left." Fighting Hawk looked grim as he told of the death and destruction that he promised for both sides.Gray Eagle was also grim as he listened. "I do not know if the call to war would be honored by the other nations; even if it did come from the great Fighting Hawk. Stories of your greatness have spread to the other tribes, but I am not sure if they would risk their warriors in a war like this."Fighting Hawk smiled and.