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"Ladders," Fenrys h the lines Massive siege ladders of iron parted the crowd

"They’rethis their all-out assault, then," Lorcan said with equal quiet All of them careful not to let the nearby anate can break the out Behind the the bow across his back and nocked an arrow into place

Rowan kept his o strapped across his back, the quiver untouched, Gavriel and Lorcan doing the saht be needed with far worse targets later in the day

But one of the soldiers For whatever it would do to rally their spirits And Fenrys, as fine an archer as Rowan, he’d admit, would do just fine

Rowan followed the line of Fenrys’s arrowhead to where he’d e ladder "Make it impressive," he muttered

"Mind your own business," Fenrys et with the tip of his arrow as he awaited Chaol’s order

If Aelin didn’t arrive within another moment, he’d have to leave the battlements to find her What in hell had held her up?

Lorcan drew his ancient blade, which Rowan had witnessed felling soldiers in kingdoer than this one "They’ll head for the gates when that siege tower docks," Lorcan said, glancing froate a level below, the small bastion of men in front of it Trees had been felled to prop up the roup of eneet those supports and the heavy locks doithin ates to the hordes beyond

"We don’t let the up thecloser Soldiers teeht the tower down the other day without our help It can happen again"

"Volley!" Chaol’s roar echoed off the stones, and arrows sang

Like a swar below Fenrys’s arrow found its mark with lethal precision

Within a heartbeat, another was on its tail A second soldier at the siege ladder fell

Where the hell was Aelin--

Morath didn’t halt Marched right over the soldiers who fell on their front lines

The pulse of huainst his skin The cadre would have to strike fast, and strike well, to shake it away

The siege tower lulance fro toward the spot it would now undeniably strike upon the battleate Morath had chosen the location well

So push of words into the frigidair

Lorcan said to one of theods"

Rowan shot hi at Lorcan, quieted

Chaol ordered another volley, and arrows flew, Fenrys firing as he walked As if he were barely bothered

Still, the whispered prayers continued down the line, swords shaking along with them

Up by Chaol, the soldiers held firm, faces solid

But here, on this level of the battlements … those faces were pale Wide-eyed

"Soritted teeth, firing another arrow "Or theseto piss themselves in a minute"

For a e tower inched closer

"You’ve got the pretty face," Lorcan retorted "You’d do a better job of it"

"It’s too late for speeches," Rowan cut in before Fenrys could reply "Better to show them e can do"

They positioned thee that would snap down over the battlement

He drew his sword, then thumbed free the hatchet at his side Gavriel unsheathed twin blades fro position at Rowan’s right Lorcan planted hiot through their net