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The battle was raging. The first door was half down. Their Shadowblades were many. They forced our Shades, Mentalists and to the stairs. Outside the keep, unimpeded, the Midgardian forces started attacking the keep with renewed zeal. Shelter was standing at the courtyard, flexing his muscles, closing and opening his fists he was quiet.
Firbolg minds work slowly. But that doesn’t mean they are stupid. They just like thinking things out before they do them. Shelter was watching the battle unfold. He then started barking orders. "Casters, fall back to courtyard. Shades, keep stealthed on the walls, watch the enemy below and report movement. Healers, Courtyard. Guardians, form ranks, be ready to mount the wall. Nobody who goes on the walls will show himself to the enemy, keep low. When the signal is given, guardians to walls, draw their attention. You are going to get hurt, but don’t let them hit you too hard – the Healers will need all the energy they can muster."
"Eldritches, Chanters – when Doulour gives the call, you port out and you blast them – tall ones first, short ones last. You get hit, you come back inside." I swallowed hard. I went to stand behind Divon, three fidgeting keens standing behind us. The call was made. The guardians charged the walls of the keeps – the first wave getting immediately mesmerized from below. Divon looked at Doulour. We all were. He was dancing on the walls, trying to get a vantage point. From the other side of the walls, Amergen called out "Now!!" Both raised their voices in song, waving their hands. Looking down towards us again, Doulour nodded at Divon. Breathing deeply, looking to Lavi for reassurance, Divon rushed out of the keep, from the gate. I was right at his heels, hearing the taps of little keen feet behind me. The Gate Keeper ported us just outside the keep. I was shocked at the amount of Norse we saw there. I saw Divon casting when I was preparing my blast. Some of the norse were very quick though – not two seconds passed and some were already trying to attack Divon. Two raised their axes at me. I was able to get two blasts off – Divon was able to get three before we were both mauled by these axes. But we were just a diversion. The keens… They just wreaked havoc on the Midgardians force. Divon was hit, his wounds closing as soon as they were being opened. He didn’t waste any time and ported back into the keep. I could feel axes biting into me, but as soon as I was hit, the wounds closed themselves, forcing the axes out.
As I ported back in, I heard Shelter calling for everyone to go out sweep what Norse were left.
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