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He could see that the storm had advanced from the backs of the forest and was now pelting heavily upon that treacherous terrain at last. Would that it beats some sense into that vile monstrosity. His last encounter with the she-devil was still fresh in his memory as he held his two-handed sword firmly, glancing around to see the formation of the troops.
It was a comforting sight, to see that the able-bodied men had turned up in full force. What a pity that Robyn were not here, she had always craved to be in the midst of battle. Or perhaps, after that night's escapade, she would be a different person... How differently he felt now that he had rejuvenated and recovered! Her disappearance was no longer an abandonment; it was an answered prayer, as long as she was safe.
Then, it came; the forerunner's cry. The beasts had come, and the courage of man was being tested on this stormy night.
"The fate of Alesbridge lies in our hands, my friends!" Stentorian was his voice. "Strike when you can, but be alert!" That was all he would say. Words counted for little when it came to battle.
Drawing in a deep breath, he began to step forward slowly, but steadily, his eyes fixed upon the advancing beasts...
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