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... tures darting from tree to tree. But sometimes, the yellow eyes of a wolf gleamed, watching us.
Theyre coming, I said, lowering Mercy into a guard position. Get up that treewere about to be surrounded. Ill keep them from climbing after you while you do your thing.
Wed discussed this plan before entering the forest. Maxwell was a caster-type fighter, so he needed time to work. I was a melee fighter, and on top of that, should be resistant to the slashing and biting attacks from th ...
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