Date: 2014-03-20 11:59 am (UTC)
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"More or less," Sherral replies cheerfully.

He decapitates a bandit, then frowns as the remaining ones start retreating up a nearby hill. One throws a shimmering shield up in their path, the other clutches a reddish-purple crystal to his chest and starts muttering.

Sherral growls, moving after them. Before he can reach them, a flash of reddish light illuminates the camp, and something large, winged and black pulls itself from the top of a mountain and swoops down towards them.
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