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| 9.35 O | Orjin knew that, because he saw the welts on the arm of the Stitch-woman, the Hemp-caste Sorron. She and Jalte, a Garuda, were thickset—in fact, Jalte was the biggest Garuda that Orjin had met, including the fearsome members of the Loquea Dree, the crow-type Garuda. |
| 9.35 O | Orjin knew that, because he saw the welts on the arm of the Stitch-woman, the Hemp-caste Sorron. She and Jalte, a Garuda, were thickset—in fact, Jalte was the biggest Garuda that Orjin had met, including the fearsome members of the Loquea Dree, the crow-type Garuda. |
| 9.35 O | Jalte had [Ironmarrow Bones], which did. He no longer flew, and he was so heavy that Xil could flit around him. But the [Peerless Spearmaster] had put his entire force into the spear-strikes, and the fragile Garuda body whose bones normally broke easier than any other species— |
| 9.35 O | The Strongest grimaced. Sorron and Jalte muttered; Salthorn had just named the last great expert who was almost definitely above Level 40. |
| 9.35 O | Salii glared about. Xil raised a claw. Salthorn, a hand. Orjin raised a hand, and she nearly threw the clipboard at him. Sorron, having been here before Jalte, lifted one finger. |
| 9.35 O | Salii’s reaction was slower than the [Martial Artists]’. She leapt into Jalte, slammed into the Garuda like an iron wall, and fell down, scattering her clipboard’s papers. Erin Solstice stared at the [Secretary] and then around at the [Martial Artists]. |
| 9.35 O | The other people of Pomle turned their heads. Xil nodded, and Salthorn’s grimace was pained. Sorron and Jalte’s faces were blank, for Orjin had begun this war, and yet they found something in it. Vandum? He shook his head. |
| 9.35 O | You could hammer your bones and crack them, break them, and build them up tougher and tougher again, like Sorron and Jalte promised. But…sometimes, you just broke them to dust. Shattered them, and nothing would fix them ever again. |
| 9.35 O | There were four different sides in here! Salii could [See Allegiances]. She saw Vandum’s so-called Disciples of the Martial Era fighting with their enchanted gauntlets against Sorron and Jalte’s [Stonebody Martial Artists]. But there were two more groups in the mix. |
| 9.35 O | The Stitch-woman was scowling—but only a tiny bit. And she and Jalte came over and both patted Iratze on the shoulders. You could tell they loved training and learning in and of itself, because the defeat to their style meant compliments from their mouth. |
| 9.35 O | “It is a superior way of holding someone. All that weight…it looked silly to me and required so much flexibility to even get in position for it. But now I see. The question is—will it work on Jalte?” |
| 9.35 O | The second highest-level [Stonebody]—and his class was [Ironbody]—felt like a rock. When Iratze pulled with all his might, Jalte admitted to a bit of pain. A tiny bit—and he then stood up with Iratze hanging off him and swung the [Grappler] around a bit until Iratze let go. |
| 9.35 O | He pointed east, and Sorron and Jalte, Salthorn, Xil, the other masters and apprentices looked at him. Sorron was the first to call out. |
| 9.59 O | 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. |
| 9.59 O | Waiting, like Salthorn, Jalte, Sorron, Yesq, and even the furious Vandum, though he might never admit it. For the return of Orjin. |
| 9.59 O | “Vandum, Salthorn, Jalte, Xil, and the other masters fight on. They fight to the death, many of them. You may wonder why. I understand. They think it is the test they have been training for their entire lives. They think it is the purpose of Pomle, to prove its greatness. I never thought we needed to prove it again, but I understand the uncertainty. They are trying to prove their class matters.” |
| 9.59 O | An arrow stood out from her collarbone, and she stared down at the ones jutting from her arms as she fell to one knee. Someone tried to pull her up, shield her from the volleys of arrows. Jalte, the [Ironbody Martial Artist], cradled his comrade in his arms. Bent down—and then his head rose. |
| 9.59 O | A huge warrior, Jalte, his own body scorched despite his skin as tough as metal, nodded. Buler was looking around for someone as Vandum bared his teeth silently. |
| 9.59 O | Jalte pointed, and Buler’s heart sank. He looked around as Salthorn shaded her eyes. |
| 9.59 O | If he’d had his Magic Throwers, Thelican would have ended them already. However, the ballistae had similar range, and one of the [Martial Artists], Jalte, he thought his notes said, had already fallen, unable to stop the deadly ballista bolts with his body. |
| 9.59 O | Salthorn knelt over Jalte. His partner, Sorron, the master of the Stonebody school of martial arts, looked up as the remaining warriors sat there. |
| 9.59 O | “Someone take care of Jalte. I will.” |
| 9.59 O | They copied the gesture slowly. Vandum looked at Sorron, and she was trying to rise—but Jalte’s hand was on her arm. She gently unprized his fingers, and the three of them turned. |
| 9.59 O | The whisper came from Jalte. Vandum looked like he’d seen a ghost. Sorron’s face broke into a smile. The woman reached out, and she and Orjin clasped arms. |
| 9.59 O | Soloxenethn was practicing, altering the moves he had seen Orjin using, surrounded by dubious [Martial Artists]. Salthorn gave Orjin an entreating look, but even Sorron and Jalte were listening. Though they would have doubtless liked to listen to Orjin himself. |