Rastaban lunged to strike again, but Shanka vanished into the ranks of his men, cutting a swathe of destruction as she went. Rastaban wanted to scream at her, call her a coward, but she was a general, and it wasn’t her job to trade blows with him - it was her job to ensure her army killed, as efficiently and quickly as possible.
By the time her army was done, only a third of Rastaban’s men were still alive, and a good quarter of them were severely wounded. Khouri was sporting fresh bandages when he came to stand beside his general.
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