She clenched her teeth, used her Greatsword as a cane to regain her
feet.
Her head was ringing, the world swimming in a double
vision that made her nauseous. She could feel the sticky, warm blood
on her face from where she struck against a rock from the shock-wave
of the explosion.
“Damn yer furry balls. Don't ye dare kick
ta the Mists af'er all that!” Caedyn shouted to the Kodan she had
rescued from the dredge camp.
The great bear turned to her.
“My strand is balanced upon life for my Path.”
“Yer
worse than a Raven.” Caedyn grumbled.
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