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As the cannoneers shouted and aimed at him, Hasir, slightly distracted, cocked his head and stopped shrieking. The soldiers, for about twenty meters about, lay on the ground, moaning. The ones who were closer to him were seriously mangled, and those farther away were less wounded, but still suffered from disabling injuries. The cannons flared, and the first ball crashed into him, glancing off his shoulder, and causing him to stumble. Shrieking in rage, he became the epicenter of yet another whirlwind of spectral blades, and pulling out his sword, started to charge the cannons. The first salvo, due to his movement, largely missed Hasir, but another shot hit him in the gut, cutting off his shriek for a second. Roaring, he called, "Albus! Siyah! Come to me, my daughters!" The twin banshee's heads cocked up, and leaving their slaughter, sprung over the gate with a howl. Landing in a crouch, on either side of him, Albus and Siyah looked to him for orders.

Hasir, quickly, in the swiftly fading period of time between salvos, commanded them to rush the battery, and as they began to fire, took up a defensive stance, large ebony blade covering most of his torso.The twins sprinted towards the cannons, (which hopefully couldn't have aimed towards them,) and staying low to the ground as they ran, reached the first cannon crew. Long claws slashing, the twins danced a slaughter, with ebony and ivory dancers the only ones in the spotlight.

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