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... low Inka and his group to continue their charge.
Their speed built, bit by bit.
They fell into an arrowhead of their own, targeting the exposed rear of the Patrick forces, as they did all they could to reposition themselves.
“Slaughter, Firyr, you and I,” Oliver said, “and all these men under us.
We’ve the need to spill blood enough for five hundred men, and we’ve only a handful of minutes to do it in.
Are you willing?”
“Willing?” Firyr laughed at ...
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