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They sang as theythey had to be carried by three blighters):

In fighting lust

our blades we trust

To herd and hut

The way is shut

While Umazheh stand

with spear in hand

and blood that runs

from Umir’s sons

Uh-rah! Uh-rah!

Battle will try!

Arroill fly!

Foekind will die!

Uh-rah! Ur-ri!

The men camped on a hilltop within a circle of cut-down trees, the branches facing the forest trimmed and sharpened into obstacles AuRon watched the sky, deep in memories of battles and wars handed down froether in NooMoahk’s library He drifted on the jungle updrafts and counted their nu back to tell Unrush that the men had two spears, at least, to his one, and war machines besides

"Then wewith his chieftains

AuRon kne the men would array themselves for battle "The men will attack with bow andfrom afar, they’ll come in to take the heads of those who are left"

"Then we run?" Unrush said over the discontented s of his warriors