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Markhan rallies the standard and prepares for a rush, pounding forward with heavy steps - the Troopers raise their voices as they curve around and push, colliding with the back of the Windsworn formation. The beleaguered and encircled vanguard breachers holler and and the sight of the banner in the breeze makes them stand their ground - which is fortunate, because panic now would have been death from a thousand cuts.
>Markhan, add +1 Citation for Valour.
>They'll have a use. . . later.
But they remain firm, as blows rain down on shields and helmets and armor. The longspears close. Arrows thud into the ground. A proper melee - the light Windsworn elements don't have the endurance for this sort of fighting. The Windswept Blades proves it by routing an entire group of them into shattered remnants, fleeing for their lives. But don't underestimate the professional bandit, properly trained, a motivated fighter and a clever one too. The Eager Edges try to do the same, and do see of their enemy, but the moment the area is clear of allies the arrows come down and men shout and dive for cover. Wounded.
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Facsimilie overclocks his mobility kit and spends the fuel in an adept, careful strike, but his opponent up on the cliff-face is wise to the trickery and rolls with the punches in a literal sense, and here, on the edge, held at by by skill and spear, the Striker is one who falters and takes a gruelling wound.
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Somewhere else entirely, a formation of musket-wielding, tired marching men round a bit of road after a disagreement over directions and have time to look around to see that they've strung out their allies back down the miles, so they're arriving staggered
. . . and up ahead is not friendly territory. The road is chok full of armed fighters!! Are they attacking the village? Are they here to settle some curious local score??
>... !!!
>ORDER PHASE
>THAT MEANS YOU LOT
The Ward elements are here.
Lets find the Manual of Iconotheurgy, shall we?
