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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/24/2017 3:38:41 PM
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"W-We're losing," [i]Elina muttered, blood trailing from the side of her face, before she cried out again as she clutched her twisted arm.[/i] "W-What are those things?"
[i]The Trayvens had begun to formulate a final retreating phalanx wall, as those whom had begun to fall back had found a parting within the great storm. Those sand warriors whom attacked were severed by polearms and blades almost immediately.[/i]
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"I don't know..." [i]The Witcher mumbled, helping Elina to her feet. He quickly glanced over his shoulder, keeping a weary eye over the warriors.[/i] "We need to perform a retreat. We need a location that is more defendable..." [i]The knight known as Jeremiah swung his great sword in a wide Arc, cutting down four of the warriors in a single blow. [/i]
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[i]Indeed, the Trayven soldiers had begun to retreat, as the great flame that had sparked within the encampment swallowed up those within. Screams were cut short, by the fires of the end, as Elina was silent in the arms of the Witcher. Only to repeat, over and over:[/i] "...We lost. We lost." [spoiler]Fin? I'll get a new post up shortly.[/spoiler]
