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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Now!” Disseus roared. So, commandingly that Styx nodded. Finally climbing up. Kicking a few of the Cimmerii rodents off his legs to get up. great weight was already bearing her down. Making her duck lower on weary legs.
“Go!” Disseus fought the demons back in a ring around her, trying to give her room. Running ahead far enough to make a path for her.
She stumbled across the bailey, attempting to get enough momentum to go up.
As she launched into the air, Disseus followed. Catching her foot and sheathing his sword to hang onto her claw with both hands. Waiting until the last moment to add his weight to the nearly unbearable mix.
Cimmerii surged after them in a wave. Piling atop each other as they strained to reach Disseus’s swinging feet. But they weren’t quite able to touch them.
All Nierwae could do was stand in the bailey shrieking furiously. He watched Nim take to the air over the bailey wall.
Disseus stared down at him. Swinging t
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