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... ides echo the call. Horns sound. Shouts rise.
The storm stills.
Sorin lowers her blades, blood dripping from her chin. They all recalled thier units. Thurn recalls his swarm, skittering like a tide back into the trenches. Nyssara withdraws from the walls with her units, her shield dragging behind her, cracked but unbroken. Veltha slithers away, her eyes still glowing, mouth tight.
Ingra slumps down, breathing hard. "Finally…"
Pyke plants his axe and leans on it. " ...
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