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GtRO: WoE 2013- CRAX vs. INVU: Part II“Syracuse!”
Dela’s call is cut short with a sudden gasp as Chess slices through the air. The linker’s knee connects with her face and she is momentarily thrown back. She picks herself off the ground with a short groan, deflecting a blow, lightning-fast, from Chess with her arm before it lands.
“Syracuse! We’re going to start Plan B now,” she shouts to him as Chess, thwarted, leaps backwards through the air, landing on safer ground. “Start as soon as you’re ready! Sven and I will cover for you for as long as we can.”
Syracuse nods as Dela springs back into the fight, shooting flurries of arrows at Chess before she has time to wonder what Plan B is. He places two fingers in his mouth and whistles sharply, earning himself the attention of Kululu and Caliza but also of Moonlight Butterfly who dives towards him as quickly as the small cuts it has taken allows.
“Caprice!” he yell
GtRO: Woe 2013- CRAX vs INVU: Part IThe barricade has risen and it sits in the middle of the corridor, a foreboding mountain. Syracuse is pleased with its intimidating form from far away because he knows that it is so much more precarious than it appears to be when one is close to it.
He crouches and wedges the explosives in the gaps (there are very many of them) and it is just then that he realizes how fragile this disorganized chunk of wood really is.
Sven places a foot on one of the more solid boxes and leans slowly against the barricade, careful to avoid dislodging even the single smallest piece of it. Syracuse is touched by his consideration but feels it is his duty to remind him that his toes are a short kick away from being gone and the blacksmith hastily removes them to a safer place.
He straightens and glances quickly at his companions. They are both staring ahead of them, eyes straining, muscles tense. The silence rings around them as they steadily await the storm that comes
GtRO: WoE 2013- CRAX vs INVU: PrologueAs the sun rises, the hills of Payon are bathed in blue light. In the quiet, nearby pupas throb steadily—one… two… one… two…— like the beat of a heart. But Syracuse knows the serenity will soon be broken.
As he once more examines his cart, he is amused by the irony: the calm of the morning and, within her very bosom, an alchemist carefully arranging his bombs so that he does not accidentally blow himself up.
Syracuse enters the Scarlet Palace. In the distance, the lights of the archer village recede and the day begins.
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