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Hooves shook the earth. Her feet, although planted, lost their balance. But only for a moment. The field was alive and dancing with battle. The pikemen advanced forward. Cattle being led to their deaths. Men atop horses waited in the rear. The one she waited for had yet to show his face. Fear didn’t clog her throat. Weaker fools had tried to do what only she could accomplish. Death and the smell of men caught in the throes of their last breath salted the air with oppression. These men wanted to do her harm. From her vantage point on the hill, she could look down on the battle and listen as the clang of swords met the flesh they ripped into. If the great mother could see her now, she’d be proud.
The sun still hadn’t risen, but once it did, it would give away her location.
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