“No!” Tennea ordered. “This is our moment. We’ll follow them through the front door. Everyone load and then we move! Get ready for close quarters fighting! One shot and then it’s sword-work.”
The men reloaded and then Tennea led a race down the stairway. Behind her, her men were whooping, exulting, delirious with insane joy to carry the fight to the enemy. They burst out the barracks door bellowing, Quam and glory! Quam and glory!
Quam and glory! Quam and glory!At the same moment, the front door of the palace swung inward, so suddenly that the front rank of goblins nearly tumbled over the threshold. A fresh bedlam crescendoed as a force of men sallied from the door. The goblins staggered back, tangled in their own oversized shields, struggling to bring weapons to bear.
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