A Case of Mistaken Identity

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“Stand down, soldier,” the King laughed. “You’re alarming our ally.”

Confused but obedient, young Scout Philbin scanned the Knights’ faces before stammering, “Uh… King Arnie, I’ve located the… um, Marauders.” He threw a quick glance at Sirehta. “They’re less than five minutes ahead, raiding the winter stores of the tree dwellers.”

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Demon Flambé

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King Arnie’s calm faced Sirehta’s anger. “You can see we are not demons, flaming or otherwise. We are only protecting our homeland from those who want to harm us. Where is your home, soldier?”

“My home is gone.”

“Destroyed?”

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Sirehta

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Weapon in hand, King Arnie faced the noise. Half a dozen Knights moved soundlessly into the bracken, encircling the suspected threat.

“You’re surrounded. Show yourself,” the King commanded.

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Here a Scout, There a Scout

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King Arnie led half his Knights of Service north through the bracken, paralleling the eastern road to the river. Lieutenant Terrance led the other half along the western route. Teams of scouts boomeranged from and between each division to update their leaders about the path ahead and the other’s progress.

“Your Greatness,” the King’s fifth scouting team reported, “there’s another vanquished red ten minutes ahead, but no sign yet of the Marauders.”

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Ancient Allies

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Time stopped in the beat before the gasp.

King Arnie’s call to assemble shook the woods as the few remaining reds scattered to the north with the wolves ripping at their heels. The entanglement of Marauders watched their foes run, first with cautious recoiling, then with a surging attack on the retreating Knights of Service.

Immediately, flapping, biting rain pelted their eyes with relentless teeth, tearing at their scales, spilling their cold, black blood.

“What are those things?” Barry’s question quaked with fear.

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Fang You Very Much

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From behind him, a shadowy growler leaped over Barry and knocked the springing red to the ground before charging into the center of the battle. Barry and Trevor lunged forward to thrust their weapons into the heart of the fallen red.

More growls from outside the circle of Knights turned their heads.

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Brothers in Arms and Legs

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The column rushed forward fanning open, flowing to the sides like water round a stone as it poured into the roaring, hissing bedlam.

Barry and Trevor joined the barrier of warriors swiftly surrounding the reds and Marauders as they tore at each other in a melee so wild and unrestrained, fangs on both sides struck at anything that moved.

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