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bodies clad in black as well as gold armor in
their wake. More Morath soldiers than their
own, but it was hard—near-unbearable—to
see so many go down. To see the beautiful
horses of the Darghan riderless. Or felled
themselves.
The rukhin took losses, but not as many.
Not now that an army fought beneath them.
Sartaq led the center, and from where
Nesryn commanded the left flank, she kept an
eye on him and Kadara. An eye on Borte and
Yeran, leading the right flank to the far
western side of the battle, Falkan Ennar in ruk
form with them. Perhaps she imagined it, but
Nesryn could have sworn the shifter fought
with renewed vigor. As if the years returned to
him aided his strength.
Nesryn nudged Salkhi, and they dove
again, the riders behind her following suit.
Arrows and spears rose to meet them, some