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"It’s a slippery slope, is all" Clown looks at the war around us "Even here"

"You’re right It is" I bend and find another razor cast in the mud I toss this one to another of the Obsidians, a nasty-looking wo up at iven Thor’s hah the corpses and finds several more He tosses these to the Obsidians

"Don’t cut yourselves," he says

"I’ into the swelling darkness toward back side of the colossal wall I turn back to the Howlers "Is there a problem?" They all shake their heads quickly, except Thistle

"Thistle?" Sevro asks

Clown nudges her And grudgingly she shakes her head "No problem"

There is She will not followfrom me And they know not even a fraction of the truth That is a problem for another day

We ravBoots between us I give those to Sevro We try to see if he can lift us like I lifted the Howlers on Olympus, but as we load onto the boots in chains, they sputter and spark Only able to carry his weight Da and the rescue Bloodydamn

So it will be on foot And we cannot be slowed

I point to the recoilPlate of those lucky enough to have it after the starShell amputations "Armor off"

"What?" Thistle sputters

"Arainst Praetorians?" Thistle howls "Do you want us all to die?"

"We need to et to the Citadel, the Sovereign will slip away If we do not capture her, she will have a chance to regroup She will join her Ash Lord She will summon all of the Society, and they will come here with ten times our number to crush us We’ll win the battle, lose the war"

"But if we take her …," Sevro growls, con," Clown says "She’ll have Olyhts Praetorians …"

"And?" Sevro asks "We have us"