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The gray army ran across the field.
Lifting his bow, Tommy nocked an arrow, drew back the string and loosed. The shaft buried itself in the chest of a portly fellow in a straw hat. And that poor man sank to his knees when Tommy triggered the Electric-Source in the arrowhead. Lightning spread out in a spiderweb, striking anyone who got too close. A dozen gray bodies fell to the ground, but there were hundreds more.
Miri stepped up beside him with her mouth hanging open, blinking as if she could not believe her eyes. “We can’t stop that many,” she said. “We need to retreat.”
“We can’t retreat,” Desa growled. “If we let them enter this city…”
Shutting his eyes tight, Tommy shook his head. “No, Miri is right,” he said. “If we try to make a stand here, we’ll be dead in five minutes.”
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