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Vordel began to stir, hurt but not dead. He coughed a bit of blood, and wiped it away.

He got onto all fours and looked up, trying to locate his axe. He did locate it, very close to him. He reached for it, but he felt the tentacle wrap around his leg and haul him into the air, sending him flying yet again. This time, he smacked against the remainder of the wall and made a sickening smack when he hit the wall, and another smack when he hit the ground.

The Rider directed is Netch to Vordel's carcass, suspending him up in the air and the rider flashing a wicked grin. "Cmon, Bull. I wanna hear this pig squeal."

The Netch sent a horrendously large amount of shock into the generals body, and he screeched. The pain was unbearable. ______________________________________________________________________

The Shadowbloods in the city continued the assault on Firewatch. The Mages fired continuously at the approaching forces, but the Shadowblood Mages had formed a wall of wards to protect them, and the arrows of their Archers flew through the wards and into the mages. The Shadowbloods were successfully pushing the mages backwards, towards the fire of the battleships.