She turned to the man beside her and plucked his spear from him. Angry cries rose up around her in a harsh, guttural tongue. She drew back, aimed, and threw as hard as she could. The metal spike at the end of the spear lodged itself firmly in Chadstone’s throat. Blood sprayed, hung mid-air in fine red mist, rained down on the men below.
Chadstone’s eyes were victorious, and the world dissolved again.
Re-formed in a northern land. Land met sky and all was white, cold, even beneath furs.
Dakshana’s leader was massive and had a red beard.
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