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Valg princes on horseback had the first of the
foot soldiers crossing the ice, the ilken
holding back near the center. To strike when
they’d been worn down.
Ren Allsbrook and their remaining archers
kept hidden behind the lines, picking targets
amongst those winged terrors.
On and on, Aedion and their army banged
their swords against their shields.
Closer and closer, Morath’s army spilled
onto the frozen river.
Aedion held the beat, their enemy not
realizing the sound served another purpose.
To mask the cracking of the ice deep
below.
Morath advanced until they were nearly
across the river.
Enda and Sellene needed no shouted order.
A wind swept over the ice, then slammed into
it, between the cracks they’d been creating.