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The mules loosed another volley, which landed all around the leading bulk, exploding into fiery destruction The great beast did not react It just kept colacier As the bulks passed through the fires, Alossy, arants
Amara could see the idea behind the creatures at once They would roll forward and s Anyone that attacked the upon them
Amara started as a sudden presence intruded close upon her, but looked over to find that Doroga had arrived and made his way to them on the wall The slab-shouldered Marat looked calh the skies, then down to the field out in front of them He, too, stared at the bulks for a slow count to seven before pursing his lips, and saying, "Hungh" After a "
"Bloody crows," Graot a problem, Count," Giraldi said
"Bloody crows"
Bernard nodded "Possibly"
"Bloody crows," said Gra on his sword "I'd say get soot any eyes"
"Mmmm," Bernard said
"Bloody crows," said Gram
"Sir?" the centurion asked "What do we do?"
"We be quiet for a moment, so that I can think," Bernard said He stared at the oncons of panic had begun to spread along the wall A nervous gargant, solanced over his shoulder in irritation - and then his eyes locked onto Doroga They narrowed once, and the wolfish so for the eyes, centurion," Bernard said "We go for their feet"
Doroga looked at Bernard, then barked out a harsh laugh, one that sounded rather reant, probably Walker, had just loosed
A, and suddenly understood Years before, during the first vord invasion in this very valley, they had spoken with Doroga after a battle, while the Marat took care of his gargant's enorot to help him take care of his feet Feet are i as Walker"
It made sense Those creatures, whatever they were, had to be of fantastic weight - all of it settling upon four relatively se its own ht prevent the beast fro at all
Of course, the thousands ofriver around and sometimes upon those feet could h Lords ed above, and the Legion firecrafters had already exhausted themselves
Of course one didn't really need to hurt the bulks They only needed to stop theaps into which the vord sould pour, running down the retreating Legions before they could reach Garrison