It was huge and terrifying... A rider in pale green full-plate, on a freakish, Clydesdale-like steed. Only the horse didn't have a face! Its neck just rounded off where a head should have gone, and a gash like a mouth spewed some sort of... foul... grey mist. And it wasn't burned at all where flames shot out of the joints in the rider's armor. There was frost where the blue flames touched it, instead. A-and the rider's eyes... Cold blue points of light. They weren't malicious, but I don't think they knew what mercy was. Those horrible eyes passed over me the once and my heart skipped, and it passed on. I don't know what I'd have done if it hadn't - I probably would have just died. Instinct: to fight fair duels

• Charge on Horseback
• Breathe Foul Mist to Chill Foes and Hamper Vision
• Spout Flames to Keep At Bay