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[h3]— The Great Dunes —[/h3][/center]

The Forsworn straightened up as one with the dispersion of the shadow warriors. A handful of minor wounds began recovering almost immediately. The Betrayer and his captain walked to the front of their formation, the former leaning on his sword as he looked up att his new arrival. There was little that the more mundane of his group could do. It was best that they let the more magically inclined act as they saw fit.

"Legion scatter and do as you will."

The last Captain held out her gauntleted hand. Shoulders tensed as she out forth a measure of effort that had not been used in a long time. She began a slow walk to her left as an opaque mask of shadows coalesced around the behemoths face. As soon as the illusion was solid she reversed the direction, lest the giant predict her course and make an attempt at retaliation.

Cinder held his ground at the crest of the dune. He wrested his staff from it's upright position that that he had left it in the sand. It and his arms began to glow red, then yellow before brightening to a painfully bright white. Waves of heat pulsed from his body as miniature suns collected behind him.

First a handful then they appeared by the dozens, filling the air around him with constellations of fire. Cinder pointed with his staff and the lot of them streaked off almost as fast as the balls from the dwarven muskets. His shoulders sagged with the effort and he dropped to one knee. The projectiles converged together on the giants knee.

The betrayer remained with Cinder as the rest of the regiment moved down the reverse side of the dune. He helped the exhausted mage to his feet and assisted him after them.