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On the stone bridge, soaked by sun, sprouting arrows by the minute, the Dawnlighter formations spot an opening and advance. The Luperni House troops perform an admirable fighting withdrawal. Maybe the House tutors do good instruction? As the 278th Bladeholders charge in, a slight mistiming occur - the Dawnlighters aren't quite so much pincered as they are slightly misaligned. The formations clash, and the lines ripple. The medium infantry have neither the numbers nor the angle, but their formation is adaquate. Casualties are low on both sides, as the soldiers push and prod at each other, avoiding the slippage that would send them down to the flood channel below. Wounded Luperni peel back and away, towards Rally Point Windchurn where the Chemicae shake their head and point them to the triage stations. A Bladeholder, then another, join them. The sun shines down.
Sometimes, blades simply vital organs. Stumbles that should have sent you careening over the edge avert at the last moment as a friend reaches out. A shield holds one more strike than it should have. Luck. Just luck. Or the gentle, benign attention of the distant Sun. . .
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The dust from the cavalry charge begins to die down. A few scattered of them lie in the riverbed, moaning and groaning. Some more have been thrown from their horses! But where are they headed? What were their orders?
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>Stand by for end of phase reports. . .
