For several minutes, they didn't. Maybe they weren't sure how much damage the dragon attack had done. Or maybe they weren't any more enthusiastic about the war than Leudast was. He listened to somebody, presumably an officer, haranguing them in their unintelligible twittering language. Knowing what an Unkerlanter officer would say in such a spot, Leudast guessed the fellow was telling them they'd get worse from him than from their foes if they didn't start moving.

Here they came, the fuzzy bastards, some of them blazing, others daring forward while the rest made the Unkerlanters keep their heads down.

Leudast popped up, took a couple of blazes with his beam, and then ducked again be re t e ongs cou puncture in as e puncture

When he [...] to him, [...] cover again, and blazing back at the wing up from the rear, shouting King Swemmel's name as they advanced.

The Gyongyosians shouted, too, in dismay. Their chance was gone, and they knew it. The reinforcements even had a small portable gg with them. How the Gongs howled when they were on the receiving.

"Forward, men!" an Unkerlanter officer shouted. "Let's drive them out of the mountains and into the flat. King Swemmel and efficiency!"

As far as Leudast was concerned, thinking a couple of platoons o soldiers could drive Gyongyos out of the Elsung Mountains wasn't very efficient. He lay panting behind his heap of rocks. e een in t mountains for a while. No overeager fool was going to get [..im e..]

"[..n] one playing is efficient, too," he muttered, and sat tight.

Fernao stood at the bow of the Leopardess as she bounded north and west across the waves from Setubal, the capital of Lagoas, toward the Algarvian port of Feltre. The mage felt harassed. Not only did he have to bear in mind the pattern of ley lines on the sea - harder to read than they were on land - but he also had to be alert for any trace of Sibian warships, and perhaps for those of Valmiera, too.