[center] [h1] [color=d72525] Sergio della Gherardesca [/color] [/h1] [/center]

Frames of violence blast past my eyes - for the first time in a long time I find it difficult to keep track of what is happening - Veilana's titan falls only to resurrect by her hand, and then things even more wretched than the accursed dogs breach the treeline. Gerard, Fionn, Nico, Steffen, they all are engaged even more heavily than before - Ser Gerard in particular facing off against a behemoth of a mercenary. 

That leaves the rest of us to protect Veilana, and it is a job that increases in difficulty by the moment. The bloated muscles and shrunken heads ravage across the grass, writhing movements indeed very nearly perforating their skin.

[color=d72525] "Captain, you have my flank, yes?!" [/color] I call out, still tasting the copper in my mouth.

I swing for the closest one, hoping that the profundity of a sharp point in one's skull is universal even for abominations.

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