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— Brennan —[/center]

He dismounted at the tree line, sword unsheathed and held ready. Unfortunately whoever had fire the bolt of magic seemed to have already left, their initial attack having failed. Either they expected a followup to be deflected as easily or that single beam had been at the limit of what they could achieve.

Indrau turned and glared at the glowing sigil in the tree for a heartbeat and then drove the point of his sword through it.

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— Brennan —[/center]

Salz returned to the frontline where the remaining orcs were heaviest, swinging withe the oversized club that might have been dropped by one of the trolls. It was heavier than she was used to and not as versatile as a spear but she made use of it with brutal efficiency.