The men surged forward, and Dakshana was carried along with them. The horses plunged into the thick of humans. Sand flew, stinging her eyes, making her choke. And then there were voices, foreign voices, and she realized that there were men in the horse-drawn buckets, men with swords and spears who were - killing the men around her.
She brought her spear up to fend off an attack - and came face-to-face with Chadstone, clad in enemy armor. But he didn’t recognize her, pressed viciously with his spear.
“Chadstone - what are you doing?”
His answer was in another tongue.
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