“He’s your brother,” Finn said blandly as he stared at Marl’s twin sitting on a horse at the front of the army they were facing.
The army was ill-kempt. They looked green and unsure of themselves as they held their weapons awkwardly. Most of the men looked younger than Finn and Levi, which was to say, they were fresh out of school and faced with their first real conflict. It was perhaps the first time they'd been asked to fight and any buffoon walking down the street could see how unprepared they were, how terrified they felt to be in the throes of their first real fight. They hadn't even started to fight and Finn could smell the fear in the air. They would be an easy target for their soldiers and an even easier target for the daemons.
Marl nodded stoically.
“You could have mentioned
