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... the near silence which ran through the camp. “Get up, you bastards!”

“Carter, why are you shouting like a damn dog?” Mattias asked, emerging from his tent. A rain of red splattered across him as Carter’s torso, from his left hip to his right pec up, dropped down between his boots.

Mattias drew his sword swiftly, his body reacting before his mind could process what had happened, catching the greataxe with his glowing white longsword. His arms felt like glass shattering, his boots ...

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