As poor Tirion clutches at the shaft that has pierced her and chokes on the blood that fills her lungs, the noble Glade Knights advance in formation, their shields overlapping like the scales of a dragon as they press forwards, past the bodies of Heulwen and the other fallen Rangers, out onto the grassland.
Watching them, the Goblin defenders see an armoured monster, clad in gleaming bronze and jade and gold, advancing with impervious calm across the scrubby grassland the wicked creatures had thought to turn into a merciless killing ground.
In the dark, sweaty confines of their cocoon, the younger Knights like Cadi hear the Goblin arrows pinging like rain from their raised shields and fight to master their instinctive fear. It is now their turn to demonstrate the same courage as the Rangers, as they become the targets of the increasingly desperate defenders.
PicardJean-Luc
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