From what I’m working on:
” . . .It was there, at bend just beyond their camp they saw them. Three, each on horses dressed in plate steel, so well covered not a bit of hide, nor even a single hair could be seen, only their unworldly crimson eyes shown through the armor. Black smoke rose from the nostrils of steeds, and a constant growling from their bellies. The riders, the two on the ends were dressed the same, in long dark green coats, like those of highwaymen, with wide-brim hats with flat three point crowns. But the rider in the center wore a night-blue cloak, with a deep purple tunic with a gold edged belt, and finely tailored leather trousers that match his cloak in color, his hat had a wider brim and long pointed crown.
Melanie gripped her axe tightly, Saoirse drew her sword.
“What should we do?” Their client asked.
The riders raised their left-hands high, a ball of fire foamed in the palm of the rider on the left, sparks from the fingers of the right, and a bright red light from the hand of the center rider.
“TO THE HORSES AND WAGON! FLY!” “