I get pulled into the fight almost imediately and find myself shouting warnings to those fighting with me and trying not to get killed myself. I find myself looking for the others and see Jaclyn doing as she was told, hiding and waiting for everything to die down before she emerged. Then Enemy soldiers spot her and she's running into the battle. She scoops up a weapon and brings it up just in time to block a deadly attack and her attacker attacks again savagely. I watch as the man disarms her and then she's flat on her back and his blade is coming up to deliver a killing blow. Then he's the one falling dead and she's scrambling to her feet and picking up a weapon and then I'm fighting again and my attention goes back to the Enemy that are trying to kill everyone that was fighting against them. I don't know how many I fight or how many I kill but I do know that as the day wore on my strength wore down until I was fighting with nothing but the knowledge that I was going to die if I didn't fight. So I fought and I caught glimpses of the others and then everything was grinding to a halt as fire and earth and water melded together on the battlefield but there was no mistaking the tall, dark form I caught a glimpse of before he was gone again. If only we had known what was about to go down.
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FantasyOne is a woodsman. One is a street rat. One is a blacksmith. One is a solider. One is a whore. One is an innkeeper. All of them have magic. All of them are fighting for their lives. None of them expect to find anything but grief. None of them know i...