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I rip off the door of an infantry transport A hundred Grays in wargear stare at un Thunder booroup of Grays with uraniu and haul him to his feet Another second and he’d be dead The Golds are rallying to their legion standard

The standard rises froiant blue titan The titan is sixty s, and three main cannons, with disk-shaped alien cockpit The standard is five od Helios, a Society pyraolden hammers A Votuers plunge toward the standard As the titan arrests their charge with its gravity gun, Golds in starShell swar down a tyrannosaurus

They juh the spine arenerator to the cockpit The titan’s third arm pulls the top half off the cockpit A Gold in a starShell reaches in and pulls the Orange pilot in half with his armored hands and throws her body into the wind

Gods, can they kill

And I thank the Vale that it is the Arcosian Knights with er I search for Rhonna, but can’t find her rig in the fray

I gather Alexandar and a hundred of his kin and we drive toward the rallying Golds froe draws their attention By the ti to th

eir right, we’re a our blades

With Alexandar, I mount the sixty- the height Alexandar carves the pilot out and holds him in the air The Gold man wears an incredible suit of armor that appears nearly translucent He slashes at Alexandar with his razor Alexandar bats the lightning-fast blade away and pins it in his starShell’s hand With his other hand, he squeezes the pulseHelm of the Gold until it shears off That’s quality, there “The Pri in a titan What a Pixie”

The veins in the forehead of the old tyrant pulse as he glares up, at the e “Blood traitor!” he snarls Then he sees my curved blade

“Scorpio au Votuh the rain and spattered blood on my canopy, his vain eyes meet mine, and I drink in his fear Blood leaks down his face “For a hundred and one years of rape, genocide, and enslavement of your fellow man, I sentence you to the mud” There atop his titan, I cut hiht

“The blood of the Conquerors thins,” Alexandar drawls through the coms He cuts the standard off the titan and hands it to oodman”

I shove it back into his hands “Build your own”

With a grin, he holds it up against the crackling sky and leaps off to land on Rhonna, who trudges to pick us up He stabs it down into the thick shoulders of her Drachenjäger, sharing the bounty

“To Tyche!” I bellow My h the shattered re in the mud More landfalls lie ahead More enemy to kill More More More

A laughing zeal fills me