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Gwin pulled more energy from the ley line and sent a third and fourth book flying. A thick tome thumped one of the men on his head, a scroll hit the back of another man’s head. They both fell forward, knocked out cold.
That was four down. But there were still eight standing against Lance. However, the flying books had spooked the men, and they’d all lowered their swords as they whipped their heads left and right, trying to suss out where the danger was coming from.
She sent another thick book flying across the room.
Gwin’s magic set off chasing the man around until it whacked him on the bottom and then across the head, sending him asleep along with the other four men.
The rest of the men looked around frantically at the ancient religious symbols about the room. By the fear on their
