The silence breaks into a tumultuous scene. Gerald grabs Carla by her hand and she grabs Lexandre's hand. Together they try to find a way to escape the enclosure of the knights who are busy avoiding wild horses and trying to keep the owners of the caravans in check. One of these owners collects some of the ores and woods which have fallen off a cart from the soil and returns them to their place.
"You, step aside!" Yells on knight at the owner. The owner quickly notices the knight and grabs a pitchfork from the back of the cart. "Come, get it!" screams the owner. The knight rushes towards the owner to assault him with his sword while the owner hurls the pitchfork towards his feet. "Huaaaarghhhhh..." the knight falls on his back. 7 cars already escaped successfully. The female leader of the caravans takes the pitchfork and violently rams it into the the knights abdomen. Slowly the knight succumbs to his pain and dies. "PIG! You pig!" screams the female blonde leader with a pony tail at the dead knight. Carla who sees this as they pass by the scene says to herself with a faint voice: " Oh lord... have mercy on our souls... Don't look Lexandre... ". Lexandre is afraid, his tongue is tied. The female leader yells: "Everyone come here". 12 caravans are ready and begin movement in her direction. The knight leader takes notice of the development and orders his soldiers: "Knights! Take the blonde one!" 9 soldiers rush with their horses towards the woman. In that moment arrows come flying down from a distance outside of the enclosure. They hit 5 soldiers who fall to their death. The remaining quickly rush towards the female leader. She removes the pitchfork from the knight's blood covered abdomen and hurls it towards one of the horses sending the knight flying to her feet. She grabs him by the neck as to hold him hostage. "Now go!" she yells and 7 caravans with their owners and horses are in movement at once. The owners ready their weapons while the female leader takes upon the remaining soldiers. She is strong indeed, a force to be reckoned with. With her brute strength and brutality she breaks the neck of a horse which was running towards her after she quickly took one into her gridlock. She takes the sword that fell off one of the soldiers armor and she engages in a slaughter with the remaining fiends. It is a bloodbath. No one in Kranstein would dare say that they have ever witnessed such ferocity and hatred in battle. She is muscular with no trace of joy or excitement on her face but the will to kill and torment every living thing daring to stand in her way. The path is clear now. Only the knight leader who is in defense now, without sufficient reinforcement forced to retreat from the scene, leaves the remaining occupied soldiers to their destiny. Victory is near. One jubilant owner approaches the blonde female leader as to thank her. "Aurelia, we did it!"
"... you did... what exactly?" she stares back at the owner with a disgusting grimace. She grabs his head and squashes his eyes into the back of his head, blood flowing down between her fingers. "Auhaaaauauaauaauauauughhhgaughh" screams the blind owner in terror. The company of owners are in complete shock. Their leader whom they had put so much trust in to set them free from injustice and chicanery has come to stab them in the back and cut their throats open like cattle when they least expected it. " The rest comes with me or you will suffer the same fate as he did." She points with her blood soaked finger at the whimpering soldier. A few are ready and a few are in hesitation. One owner motivates the others "Let's go, we are better off with her than with the crown. You stay back, you die!" The owners whisper to each other for a few moments but they are afraid and agree to go with her. A few caravans however refuse to go with her. One of them speaks to them angrily as they are leaving. "Remember us Aurelia, remember us because we are the people who won't forget your treachery. We'll remember you too, you coward deserters." One of the owners who goes with Aurelia looks back at the young man insecurely, as if he was meaning to stay, scared and overwhelmed.