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Chapter Fourteen
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Shit, Ecaeris,” Leongrad defended my injured side. “Fall back and seek a healer.”
“I can still fight with one arm, and spell cast,” I dismissed the suggestion. “I am fine.”
“You have a -ing arrow through your shoulder!” he replied.
I saw the flash of dragon scale overhead as Aurien cut through the night sky, and the screams of the enemy soldiers beneath his fire. We were at the castle walls, the chemin de ronde thick with soldiers, arrows falling swift and fast. I threw up a ward, and the arrows suspended just above Leongrad’s head. He looked at me, wide eyed.
I heard my name yelled behind me and recognised the voice as Akyran’s - he was fighting his way through to me. I turned, instinctually, centuries of training responding, and plunged back through our soldiers, to come to his side. He caught me and hunched over me as a volley of arrows struck into the shields of the soldiers that guarded his person.
“Ecaeris,” his face was shadowed by his
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