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A gurgled cry diverted his attention for just a split second too long; Cade gritted his teeth against a cry of his own as the short, curved blade so favored by the Ssan left a deep tear in his shoulder, and immediately returned his focus to the present adversary. He ducked a second swipe, and in the same swift movement had taken his four-legged form and lunged at the towering Ssan, landing a solid head-butt that rewarded him with a shriek from the Ssan and a spray of purple-green blood, near blinding him. His forepaws shoved solidly against the Ssan, propelling himself backwards, where he returned to two feet and wiped the sticky blood from his eyes. His horn had pierced its stomach, he knew, but the Ssan were not the types to lie idly by and bleed out. “Who’s still up?” he called out, and risked a brief glance from the recovering creature, who was working itself towards another attack.

“That was Gedwin,” a familiar voice called back from off to his left, accompanied by the grating sound of metal meeting metal. A grunt of effort, then a crash as the Ssan Marc was dealing with toppled through a bush. “They got him from behind with one of those long spears, poor lad. It’s just you and me now, sir.”

“Formalities, Marc? There’s a first.” His Ssan lunged with a broad, low sweep of that curved blade, but Cade sidestepped with relative ease; the butt of his javelin met the back of the Ssan’s head with a resounding crack as it passed, and the beast dropped like a rock. “What happened to ‘Oh handsome leader’, and ‘you dashing brute’?”

“There’s a time and a place, sir,” the voice quipped in response, but he could tell Marc was grinning. Good. Mind off the slaughter until after it was over—which admittedly should be soon. Talking, banter meant that Marc was not too hard pressed, and he was not being rushed from all sides anymore. Cade spared a quick glance towards his last standing soldier, assured himself that Marc could cope, then carefully scanned the surrounding woodlands for signs of additional Ssan. He had lost three good men in the surprise attack and, though an Uuthli had gone for help, if another such attack occurred, they would not make it back to the Village. Cadenor sighed, shook his head, then placed his javelin tip at the base of the fallen Ssan’s skull and, with a sharp thrust, ensured that they would not be followed home.

The groan that resulted surprised him; he fully had time to tug his javelin from the carcass and wipe it clean on a pants leg before he registered that the sound had not come from the fallen Ssan. “Marc?” he shouted, whipping around and into the attack from the oncoming Ssan. He blocked a sword thrust with his javelin shaft and shoved the beast away, stepping back to regroup—and catching a glimpse of his fallen comrade. He charged the Ssan with a furious yell, battering the confused creature with the javelin butt. A strike to the jaw, the stomach, the small of his back; the Ssan fell against a tree and stayed there, pinned to the trunk by a javelin through his neck.

Cadenor fell back in disgust, wiping his hands clean on his jerkin. He looked around—no Ssan—and hurried to the crumpled figure, sliding to the ground beside her and gently shifting her head to his lap. “Marc?” Alive, but only just, she gave a mad giggle in response and coughed, blood dripping from her lips. The solid bite to her shoulder would be the end of her, Cade noted; the Ssan had abandoned his blades in favor of the tried and true instinctual method. Already her arm was almost completely severed by decaying flesh, and the necrosis was rapidly spreading down her chest. “Marc? Marcella...?” Cade closed his eyes tightly, then slowly exhaled and dipped his head in defeat. “Ah Marcella, you silly thing... Call for help when you need it...”