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Zatir had fled. Once he’d realize that there were far more of us than he had been expecting and that we knew how to fight back against his magic, he’d fled back into the kingdom. He now stood atop the wall of the Ralorn, sending spells down from above. No matter, we had prepared for this. And we had gotten lucky, for there appeared to be no other King’s Blood in Ralorn.
The blue tunics were falling. One by one we cut them down. We were swifter, more skillful, and had been waiting all too long for our revenge. I continued to fire off arrows as I ran, each one hitting their mark.
We were winning. Yes, I watched as some of my men fell, as some of the Valveronian citizens fell, but the number of blue tunics on the ground vastly outnumbered our losses. Zatir and his men had not been expe
