((Continuation from Prompt: Voices))
“Leopard’s Litter Box,” Caedyn swore under her breath and let her bowstring slacken. The battles on the islands were out of range.
She’d been defending the cliffside where the main forces had launched into the final assault on Mordremoth. The main attack was getting the dragon’s attention if the dwindling enemies on the mainland were anything to go by. The norn captain had broken from her defense position to see how the dragon match was doing.
Not very well at the moment. The choppers supplying ammunition were barely getting through the winds, let alone Mordremoth's attacks.
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