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MARDICHI, TEVERIUS, & ACHARIUS
Mardichi and Teverius were happy to see Acharius. Turning human as he stepped from the woods. Clothing materializing around his giant body. And quiver sliding up his back, the strap creeping over his shoulder to cinch across his torso, bow materializing in hand.
He fired arrows as he crossed the meadow from the Netherwood. Cutting a path through the Targue. The slivers of wood flew in a hailstorm. Hitting nearly simultaneously a hairsbreadth before the next set landed.
“I’ve never seen so many!” Acharius yelled, seeing the clearing awash with the movement of the monsters. “What are they after?”
Acharius fired another round of arrows, but Tev shouted and clumsily batted it from the path of piercing the animal next to him.
Despite his great speed, catching arrows had never been his forte. Acharius noted.
“My dogs!”
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