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The Fight

The soldiers all stood in a clearing, oblivious to the four scouts. Al concentrated hard, calling a sun bear, native to this valley, to their aid. Her two long braids spilled over her tunic, to her waist. Syris aimed with her shortbow, Mael dropped silently to the ground and moved closer, daggers ready, and Veren drew his crossbow and loaded it, his bolt glistening with prepared poison.

Syris’ green eyes flicked back and forth from one soldier to the other, quickly selecting her target. The others followed suit, and all fired at once. Syris’ arrow struck the soldier in the throat, taking him down noiselessly. Mael’s daggers hit his target in the leg and the temple, taking him out with almost no sound, as well. Veren’s bolt lodged in the chest of the third soldier, closest to him. They reloaded as the other two soldiers called for their commander and headed toward them.

Syris fired, cursing as the soldier she’d heard earlier moved at the last second, sending her arrow into his shoulder.

Then, the bear.

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