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  • “Yes ma’am!” One yelled. The others nodded. “Those with javelins and spears follow me around the bend, and we’ll hit them from the side. Got it?” “Yes ma’am!” Most of them yelled this time, their faces set with purpose. “On my mark.” I said, and straightened over the wall once more, presenting a clear target. I fired one defiant shot, then ducked as a volley whizzed over our heads, “Now!” The ten shield and sword orcs leapt over the wall, and two of them sprang backwards, arrows in their chests. The other eight ducked Air Hostesses and kept their shields high as they sprinted, screaming at the tops of their lungs. I raced around the wall’s bend with my spearmen, praying that the elves wouldn’t notice the utterly exposed troop running parallel to their line of fire. My prayers were answered as the ensuing volley rained down on the attacking melee infantry, dropping two more. The other six had blinders on, focused only on the tree line, not yet noticing that I had lied right to their faces. They were a sacrifice, but it hadn’t been in vain. My troop slipped around the bend, and charged head-on into the ranger flank. “Fire!” Spears and javelins shot through the air and into the trees. Five elves came screaming down. I aimed and fired two more shots, sending two more rangers tumbling from their perches. The melee squad finally made it, barreling through the brush as they screamed their war cry. Elves were no match for orcs in hand to hand combat, and the remaining rangers who hid in the brush were driven out and cut down. The orcs were brutal with battle fever, hacking off limbs in stay of a killing blow, making the rangers know horror and uniform agony before the end. I wanted to say something to stop them, but I couldn’t. I understood why they did it. Being pinned against a wall like a trapped rat while your brothers and sisters died around you would make a demon of anyone. The last elf mercifully gurgled his death scream, and the orcs cheered. A bird-call split the air. The encircling woodlands rustled with movement, and the remaining rangers retreated without a sound. It was over. I sighed, and lowered my bow. An arrow struck the barrel next to my face, the shaft twanging. stockings It was a Nadi arrow, a message curled around the shaft. My eyes shot to the far end of the village, where a cowl could barely be discerned above the treetops. Adarian always was the best shot at Castle Thorum. His cowl disappeared, and I plucked the arrow from the barrel. Hi Tiger. You look different. The message said, but it really said, ‘goodbye.’ Yes, but Anael came very close to breaking the rules. I had no idea what to do. Got it?” What wasn’t different was that the skirt part was of the ‘skater’ variety and so short that it barely covers my pussy. President of the United stockings States and then President of the United Nations.” I jokingly nudged Cassie. “Does anyone?” she asked, and I shook my head again. "Just da top then. I moved over her. Their bodies were almost identical. What the fuck is wrong with you, you stupid cunt?” Air Hostesses I asked her sharply. When Harvey escorted me back to my table, uniform I placed my hand on his chest and smiled up at him, "Don't be a stranger."
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