“Do you think we did well?” Malia asked.
They stood on the edges of the plain, watching Rastaban’s men bury their comrades.
“I think we woke a sleeping dragon,” Shanka said.
“What now?” Malia asked.
Shanka glanced over her shoulder at Old Master, dressed as a foot soldier and lurking silently. “Now we wait and let him gather more troops, and then we finish them for good.”
“We just wait?” Malia arched an eyebrow.
“No. Back to the villages - we need iron for swords and spears.”
Malia brandished her sword and held it high, and the women prepared to march.
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You're back! I hope you enjoyed your vacation. I hope the sleeping dragon proves more difficult than Shanka assumes. She's pretty awesome, but everything's been a bit too easy for her. Rastaban is, I believe, a brilliant general after all. Perhaps a bit blinded by pride, lust, and now rage, but still...
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