First: Spoils of War I: Surrender
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Aran pressed his back against Nikol’s as they made, sideways, for the exit. There were strange giant rat-creatures coming out of everywhere – almost literally everywhere; they seemed to have some sort of camouflage power. The horses had fled. The cats were by their ankles, attacking their share of rat-things with glee.
“They really – really don’t like rats,” Aran panted. “Shit, fuck, ow.”
“Almost there.” Nikol couldn’t do a Working right now without it sending blinding pain through her head, but she could still swing a sword. And she did, sweeping it through seven of the things in one long go. Continue reading