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Daventree knew that Kester was in danger. The warriors were clearly shooting at Fuego’s team, and although Kester wasn’t properly one of them, he’d want to help, like the wonderful fool he was. And while he might be a good marksman, he wasn’t a match for a trained warrior.
The clarity of Daventree’s thoughts surprised him, as did the way the clatter of firing weapons and the booms of rounds hitting the bunker didn’t come as a shock now. They became part of the ambience, nothing that need concern him, because the warriors were too focused on their quarry outside. They hadn’t noticed Daventree.
That meant he was safe—at least, safer than Kester.
But what could he do to help his friend? His first thought was to climb back through the chute, to race behind the rocks and someho
