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As you rush forward, at the head of the 196th, you look to your left, tracing back the white bolts of death sporadically emiting from that direction. As expected, you find Lena there, a pained look on her face, as she desperately tries to hit only soldiers, flinching noticeably every time she clips or hits a building, her face slowly scrunching up, in both pain and sadness, her arms glowing briliantly. And then, you are pulled away from the drama at that corner of the battlefield, and to the vicious flow of combat. You hack spears in two, cleave limbs and heads, it scarcely counts as a fight. Between slaying one guard and killing another, you signal for all forces to attack and crush any resistance. The insane symphony of combat surrounds and envelops you, steel striking steel, mail tearing and plate being peirced, The howls of the dying and cries of the victorious. It rises to deafening levels as your men begin the final push, very soon, this city will be yours.
>this should be your last set of rolls. |