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Indrau grunted and lowered the point of the blade to the ground. His sword was unmarked, having devoured any energy emitted towards it or its weilder. Through the grip Indrau sensed a feeling of sated hunger. "Fortunate that I never thought to just touch the cussed thing."

He hefted Silence and slid it into his sheath. Looking out over the battlefield he brushed bits of shttered tree from his cloak. "And it seems that we've carried the day."

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— Brennan —[/center]

With the commanders declaration of victory Salz fell to one knee. The sharp aches and pains with every breathe told her of the great many bruises to be seen once she took off her armour. She rested for a moment to recover her strength and then used the club to push herself back to her feet.