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Reality hit Rehan when he noticed the occasional glances from another guard. Admiration was in his eyes, and it hit Rehan with such a force that he had to shake his head several times. People were depending on him, counting on him to meet his reputation as a hero. This battle isn't something I should take lightly... His gloved hand tightened around his sword in anticipation.
How many people would die tonight? How many lives would be snuffed out to protect their home and loved ones? What exactly was he fighting for? Fighting to protect the innocents? Fighting simply to keep himself alive? Rehan decided it would be for Alesbridge. The city gave him food, shelter, and supplies when he needed it, and it was his turn to repay the favor. Determination took control of him as he shouted for the archers to set up along the wall. The bowmen couldn't kill all of them, but the rain of arrows would slow them down and weaken their numbers.
Several men stared at him, wondering who this young man was to command them in such a way. Sighing, Rehan removed his helmet and started shouting orders again. Realizing who he was, the archers quickly placed themselves along the wall, waiting for the call to fire.
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