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Wickerlight throws a quickspark flask and it bounces off of a helmet then off of a leaf then off of a spear and finally it detonates in a bright-flash flare that makes most of the Murmuration Windsworn blink and wipe their eyes, but giving al the bouncing the chemicals shaked all wrong. The Resolute Crows yield a little more ground, falling back by degrees. The Blue Rats and Wicklighter both fail to Sense or Think about their intentions but judging by the uproariously smug smiles on the Crows faces, they have some greater plan in mind as the Windsworn come at them.
Both the Rats and Wicklighter have time to think. In that last exchange of blows, the entire group in front of them melted away !!
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Rion shows some people the basics of CQC
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Luz shakes himself off of the ground, snaps his fingers and bends his own strength back into his limbs and then moves in for the takedown of that Dunerunner. The armlock and kick combo snaps right through the mans chest. He flakes away in the wind. Most of him is ash. The shimmering refracted sunlight boil around him and Luz feels the ambient lingering heat of some great concentration of thermal energy. Behind him, Phridon glances down at the hat on his feet (on fire) and the ward below him (blown wide open and scoring ash across the sands).
Praise the Sun.
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Markhan shakes the rigor into the formation. Ponders what the Windsworn could possibly hope to achieve. Their tactics here are simple, if effective. If they place archers on the high cliffs and rain arrows down on the Company, the Company will die by degrees and have no recourse. If wait out the Company by blockading the hill, surely, our water will run out first and the hot dusty day become our doom. But they do neither. Instead. . . *really* thinking about, Markhan spots the oddity in their tactics, the flaw in their ferocious design.
They don't want to be here at all.
But they're waiting for some signal to start their withdrawal process.
And then, on the wind, perhaps quite ahead of schedule, perhaps entirely beyond plans and intentions, a wild pack of feral Scraghounds start barking.
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Facsimilie has a nice relaxing time in the village. One of the Windsworn threw him a sort of crumbly biscuit thing with a faint taste of honey. Nice. Goes well with the water.
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In the village, Edwards kick a door, Scarlett follows, Zivka brings up the guarded rear and flings a smoke arrow out across the troopers and Montosi dashes through the doorway like a spark leaping to start a wildfire and then *ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE*
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