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.The Nar poured down the fog-shrouded rubble.Fur cloaks flowed around their broad shoulders, their bare arms riddled with tattoos.Bows had been left behind in favor of the vicious heavy blades they bore with ease.As they reached the base of the pile and continued their charge across the snow, they shouted battle cries.The Rashemi charged back, closing their spread line and raising their voices in unison.Steel rang against steel, and the Nar cries dissolved into grunts and challenges.The Rashemi continued growling, losing themselves in an animal fury that grew with each strike.Thaena cast globes of crackling black energy into the fray, taking at least one screaming Nar to the ground wherehe writhed for long moments before laying still.Bastun heard Duras's voice from the north, but he could only see the faint glow of dropped torches on the ground.Blurry silhouettes danced, flickered, and disappeared in the fog.Biting his lip, Bastun fought to maintain his calm.He was forbidden to cast any magic until safely away from Shandaular's borders.He knew the wychlaren could not have suspected the Nar would enter the city so brazenly, and for a heartbeat he wondered how the Nar had accomplished such a feat in the first place.Peering south again, he saw the Nar had not been prepared for the berserkers and had backed up several paces to defend themselves against the assault.To their credit, the Nar maintained a fierceness that was impressive.Syrolf slashed again and again in wild abandon, seeming possessed as he bore down on yet another foe.Finding the proper opening, he swept the thick-bladed short sword behind his opponent's knee, lifting high and laying the Nar on his back to be hacked apart before he could rise.Cries of victory spurred the others on and they called out their kills, competing with one another even in combat.Thaena's circle of guards had joined the rest of the fang to better face their attackers.The ethran stood her ground fiercely, shattering a Nar blade with a gesture and swinging her staff into his jaw.Before his broken teeth had time to disappear into the snow, she was casting again.She spun and sang words of magic, a vision of Rashemi myth and legend leaving her foes in ruin.In the midst of the battle, Bastun detected the sound of more rocks tumbling from the wall of rubble, his mask picking up the noise of steel sliding from leather scabbards.A second group of seven Nar had crept to the base of the wall in silence, murder in their eyes as they saw Thaena's exposed back.Bastun cursed and pulled the hood from his head, measuring his breath as he stepped from behind the column to intercept the would-be assassins."Forbiddance be damned," he whispered and charged forward, chanting a spell and hurling a sphere of ice that exploded in the chest of the lead barbarian.The man cried out in shock and pain, bleeding and gasping for air as he fell.Positioning himself between the Nar and Thaena, Bastun challenged them.Long, thin braids framed his mask, and the wind whipped at his cloak, revealing layers of light leather armor.His heart pounded as the freedom of battle built within him.Though Bastun had joined the vremyonni, his master had nurtured and encouraged the Rashemi fury in his spirit.Spells clamored in his mind for release, and he chose quickly as the Nar abandoned stealth to advance on the lone wizard.Bastun cast again, and shadows curled from the ground beneath the Nar, becoming solid and wrapping around the legs of three, pulling them down.Two others sidestepped the writhing black tentacles and the third rushed forward, raising an axe to strike.Hissing a command word, Bastun brought his staff forward, the steel sphere at its tip flashing and screeching as it grew into a long, curving axe blade.The two axes sparked as they clanged together.Bastun smiled at the surprise in the barbarian's eyes.He pushed the Nar back before swinging at the man's stomach.The Nar attempted a block with his own axe, but he was forced to jump back at the unexpected ferocity of the vremyonni.He became entangled in the net of tentacles that had taken his fellow warriors.Bastun reversed the swing and ripped open the Nar's leather breastplate, slashing through flesh and sending the barbarian into the shadowy web.A second Nar came from his left, sneering as he closed with his long blade.Bastun blocked the attack with his axe, defending himself as he chanted, the magic spilling from his mind.Knocking the Nar's sword aside he thrust out his right hand, slamming a burst of force into the Nar's chest that sent the barbarian spinning into the wall of rubble.The remaining Nar ran past the vremyonni and charged Thaena.Turning, she had no time to prepare another spell.She raised her staff, shock in her eyes
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