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Chapter 9.59 O
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Xil
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Soot blew across Xil’s feathers. Soot and ash. Even flying embers that made the milling figures below flinch. He ignored them as he flew higher, eyes fixed on the horizon. |
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Pomle
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It was a plain, low-quality steel spear enchanted with magic he’d seized from a foe and used all his time in Pomle. To him, it was as fitting a weapon as any other. |
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[Spearmaster]
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A [Spearmaster] did not need the greatest of weapons, and whoever had made this had balanced it perfectly. It had been with him for over…how long, now? |
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Pomle
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Since Pomle had won its independence and freedom. Now, Xil, the [Peerless Spearmaster], flew once more. |
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Xil
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Since Pomle had won its independence and freedom. Now, Xil, the [Peerless Spearmaster], flew once more. |
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[Peerless Spearmaster]
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Since Pomle had won its independence and freedom. Now, Xil, the [Peerless Spearmaster], flew once more. |
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[Mage]
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It flew through the skies, a single tiny thing amidst the arrows falling below him. Spells futilely struck the air, missing him as the groundling [Mages] of Nerrhavia’s Fallen aimed up. But Xil was just raising his gaze higher. |
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Xil
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It flew through the skies, a single tiny thing amidst the arrows falling below him. Spells futilely struck the air, missing him as the groundling [Mages] of Nerrhavia’s Fallen aimed up. But Xil was just raising his gaze higher. |
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Xil
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Xil saw Stitch-folk screaming, fleeing the fire, rolling to put themselves out. They feared fire so much—but it was their favorite thing to use against their foes. |
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Vandum
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“Vandum! The Magic Throwers are firing again! I cannot stop them all!” |
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[Captain]
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The Garuda’s howl reached a bloody figure in the center of the fighting, who was plunging towards an enemy commander. A brave Hemp [Captain] held his ground as a sea of [Soldiers], low-level conscripts, tried to keep back a tiny band from pushing further. |
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[Soldier]
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The Garuda’s howl reached a bloody figure in the center of the fighting, who was plunging towards an enemy commander. A brave Hemp [Captain] held his ground as a sea of [Soldiers], low-level conscripts, tried to keep back a tiny band from pushing further. |
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Pomle
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The warriors of Pomle. They looked like a single drop amidst a sea of foes. Yet this battle was theirs. |
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Xil
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If—Xil’s head turned, and he saw another spell coming. An arcing bolt of lightning, slower than the real thing, controlled by the Magic Thrower, a device capable of projecting a powerful spell. He shouted, but it was curving down on the warriors following the Stitch-man with vambraces covered in blood, teeth bared in a grin as he crushed a skull with his fingers. Vandum looked up—and a second [Martial Artist] stepped forwards. |
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Vandum
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If—Xil’s head turned, and he saw another spell coming. An arcing bolt of lightning, slower than the real thing, controlled by the Magic Thrower, a device capable of projecting a powerful spell. He shouted, but it was curving down on the warriors following the Stitch-man with vambraces covered in blood, teeth bared in a grin as he crushed a skull with his fingers. Vandum looked up—and a second [Martial Artist] stepped forwards. |
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[Martial Artist]
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If—Xil’s head turned, and he saw another spell coming. An arcing bolt of lightning, slower than the real thing, controlled by the Magic Thrower, a device capable of projecting a powerful spell. He shouted, but it was curving down on the warriors following the Stitch-man with vambraces covered in blood, teeth bared in a grin as he crushed a skull with his fingers. Vandum looked up—and a second [Martial Artist] stepped forwards. |
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[Will of Steel]
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“[Will of Steel]. [Magic Guard].” |
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[Magic Guard]
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“[Will of Steel]. [Magic Guard].” |
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Xil
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Xil saw Jalte, the [Ironbody Martial Artist], plant his feet on the ground. Warriors and [Soldiers] alike sprang away from him as the bolt of [Arced Grand Lightning] curved and struck him. |
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Jalte
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Xil saw Jalte, the [Ironbody Martial Artist], plant his feet on the ground. Warriors and [Soldiers] alike sprang away from him as the bolt of [Arced Grand Lightning] curved and struck him. |
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[Ironbody Martial Artist]
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Xil saw Jalte, the [Ironbody Martial Artist], plant his feet on the ground. Warriors and [Soldiers] alike sprang away from him as the bolt of [Arced Grand Lightning] curved and struck him. |
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[Soldier]
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Xil saw Jalte, the [Ironbody Martial Artist], plant his feet on the ground. Warriors and [Soldiers] alike sprang away from him as the bolt of [Arced Grand Lightning] curved and struck him. |
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[Arced Grand Lightning]
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Xil saw Jalte, the [Ironbody Martial Artist], plant his feet on the ground. Warriors and [Soldiers] alike sprang away from him as the bolt of [Arced Grand Lightning] curved and struck him. |
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Xil
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Thunder. Xil looked down as he circled, dodging arrows flying up at him, and the flash of light revealed ground turned to glass—and a single Garuda, arms raised in a block. His skin was black, and steam rose from his body—but Pomle resumed the charge. |
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Pomle
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Thunder. Xil looked down as he circled, dodging arrows flying up at him, and the flash of light revealed ground turned to glass—and a single Garuda, arms raised in a block. His skin was black, and steam rose from his body—but Pomle resumed the charge. |
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