“He could hear footsteps approaching: quicker, louder. “Are you sure you’re okay to fight?” Sennar asked. “Your wounds haven’t fully healed yet.” Laio smiled, maintaining his ready position. “I’m tired of being just another burden. I didn’t come all this way to let someone else do my fighting for me.” Sennar grinned back at the squire, turned, and began repeating the spell in his head that he’d use the moment the Fammin arrived. The footsteps grew nearer, together with the stride...nt sound of someone calling out Vraśta’s name at the top of his lungs. The voice of a man. Laio gripped his sword. His last run-in with the enemy hadn’t done much to prove his valor as a warrior, but this time it would be different. From out of the trees, seven Fammin burst into the clearing. Sennar greeted their arrival with a powerful spell, sending one of the Fammin lifeless to the ground.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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