“For Pharaoh!” someone yelled, and Dakshana’s fellow soldiers gave a rallying cry in return. Who was Pharaoh? Some sort of ruler or -- Chadstone nearly took her head off.
“Chadstone, what are you doing? We’re supposed to be helping each other - we must --”
His hand snaked out, caught her by the collar of her breastplate, dragged her forward.
“Survive, I know,” he hissed in her ear, and then he shoved her back.
The light in his eyes was unholy. “So start trying to survive.” And he swung at her.
She blocked with the stave of her spear, but he pressed forward.
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