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 A squad broke away from the main army and came charging toward us. We had no choice but to defend ourselves.
 The battle was fierce and wave after wave of Marauder units threw themselves at us.
-But we remained steadfast. We held our position and even slowly advanced at a crawl.
+But we remained steadfast. We held our position and were even able to advance ever so slowly.
 This had to be Divine Intervention. Jena guided our hands, gave us strength and courage and more than once I called the praise of Jena and my country: “''Jena Ayie! Yrkanis Ayie! Matia Ayie!''”
 Then suddenly the enemy's ranks swelled. Their sheer numbers threatened to overwhelm us. We fought on, with courage born of despair. Right  in the midst of the great camp, surrounded by enemy warriors. The armor of the newly arrived enemies bore the mark of the bandit Sirgio, whose camp was halfway to the Burning Desert. He and his cohorts had joined the other Marauders in this battle. But, this had actually been to be expected. Where there was profit to be made, opportunists were not far behind.
-A sword thrust narrowly missed my belly, and my counterattack was parried by the quick Tryker warrior I faced. In the melee I noticed, something akin to heat lightning over the rolling hills of the steppe. Then a ball of glowing blue energy traced its path across the sky in a high, crackling arc. It burst amidst a group of marauder riflemen entrenched behind the high folds in the dry bark of Berello outpost. Lightning arced from one to the other and further. Twitching, the Men fell to the ground as behind them a few wildp figures scaled the slope. Weapons locked and wildly absorbed in the dance of magic.
+A sword thrust narrowly missed my belly, and my counterattack was parried by the quick Tryker warrior I faced. In the melee I noticed, something akin to heat lightning over the rolling hills of the steppe. Then a ball of glowing blue energy traced its path across the sky in a high, crackling arc. It burst amidst a group of marauder riflemen entrenched behind the high folds in the dry bark of Berello outpost. Lightning arced from one to the other and further. Twitching, the Men fell to the ground as behind them a few brave figures scaled the slope. Weapons locked and wildly absorbed in the dance of magic.
 "It's the Fyros and the Zoraï!" I exclaimed. A short cheer went up among the Homins fighting for Matia.
-With renewed courage, we threw ourselves back into battle. The marauders were desperate. Among them appeared altered animals. Grown to huge sizes and much more aggressive than their relatives.
+With renewed courage, we threw ourselves back into battle. The marauders grew desperate, with fresh troops falling into their back. Among them appeared altered animals. Grown to huge sizes and much more aggressive than their relatives.
 The evil goo-alchemist Muang Hoi-Gi was actually making common cause with the enemies of the Homin-Nations. His abominations caught many of us off guard and we were hard pressed to stand victorious.
 The large, rabid Gingos bred by the strange Fyra named Mezix also intervened in the battle. However, there were not as many as one could have expected. The raid on Mezix' camp a few weeks ago had probably helped to reduce their number.

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 Standing tall on a jagged outcropping, Rocho di Anichio, the chief of the renegade First Deserters, smiled coldly. This ragtag band would not stand a chance against his trained warriors and those of his allies. His gaze went out over the plain beneath the foothills of the Hidden Source Region and the about 30 Homins that came walking up to his position.
 Smirking, he watched their pathetic first attempt at an attack. Undisciplined as a panicked herd of Yubos they were. Wild and impetuous, the fighters charged forward, leaving their magi far behind and out of range of any attempts to heal. He almost had to laugh. How incredibly embarrassing for "His Highness, Yrkanis", the bastard, that such vermin were his only line of defense.
-He watched as the warriors ran fiercely against the marauder troops. And yes, they even managed to cause a small breach in the infantry ranks. But to the well-trained battle mages up here on the cliffs, they were no more than a few flies to squash.
+He watched as the warriors rushed fiercely up against the marauder troops. And yes, they even managed to cause a small breach in their infantry ranks. But to the well-trained battle mages up here on the cliffs, they were no more than a few flies to squash.
 Bubbling Acid projectiles hissed and sprayed down on the battlefield. Clashing, bitter cold burst from the hands of other magi, encasing the attackers in ice as thick as a Shala's legs. Ah, he loved to watch the magi. How their well-practiced, disciplined movements channeled the sap and summoned the elements by means of it. Not a word passed their lips, only their movements killed.
 Well, he liked it, but he loved close combat even more. Again, it was movements that decided over life and death, but it was an entirely different dance.

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 Standing tall on a jagged outcropping, Rocho di Anichio, the chief of the renegade First Deserters, smiled coldly. This ragtag band would not stand a chance against his trained warriors and those of his allies. His gaze went out over the plain beneath the foothills of the Hidden Source Region and the about 30 Homins that came walking up to his position.
-Smirking, he watched their pathetic first attempt at an attack. Undisciplined as a panicked herd of Yobos they were. Wild and impetuous, the fighters charged forward, leaving their magi far behind and out of range of any attempts to heal. He almost had to laugh. How incredibly embarrassing for "His Highness Yrkanis", the bastard, that such vermin were his only line of defense.
+Smirking, he watched their pathetic first attempt at an attack. Undisciplined as a panicked herd of Yubos they were. Wild and impetuous, the fighters charged forward, leaving their magi far behind and out of range of any attempts to heal. He almost had to laugh. How incredibly embarrassing for "His Highness, Yrkanis", the bastard, that such vermin were his only line of defense.
 He watched as the warriors ran fiercely against the marauder troops. And yes, they even managed to cause a small breach in the infantry ranks. But to the well-trained battle mages up here on the cliffs, they were no more than a few flies to squash.
 Bubbling Acid projectiles hissed and sprayed down on the battlefield. Clashing, bitter cold burst from the hands of other magi, encasing the attackers in ice as thick as a Shala's legs. Ah, he loved to watch the magi. How their well-practiced, disciplined movements channeled the sap and summoned the elements by means of it. Not a word passed their lips, only their movements killed.

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 {{Couillard2}}As I walked towards the battle to come, I prayed inside the confines of my Kara-Parok helmet:
 “''Jena, keep all our seeds in Your hands and let Your breath strengthen our souls. Give us the strength to survive this danger to continue serving You.''”
-“''These marauders are truly superbly equipped and trained''”, it flashed through my mind as Inspotted the first fortifications that had been erected on the slopes of the incline leading towards the Hidden Source Region. Within a few short days, the enemy troops had managed to build and fortify some formidable defenses. The ascent from the Knoll Of Dissent Region was blocked by two towers and quite a large number of soldiers in black armor stood guard upon the path up into the steppe.
+“''These marauders are truly superbly equipped and trained''”, it flashed through my mind as I spotted the first fortifications that had been erected on the slopes of the incline leading towards the Hidden Source Region. Within a few short days, the enemy troops had managed to build and fortify some formidable defenses. The ascent from the Knoll Of Dissent Region was blocked by two towers and quite a large number of soldiers in black armor stood guard upon the path up into the steppe.
 I turned to look around at the faces of my comrades in arms. Our band consisted  of about Thirty to Forty Homins, about half Matis half Tryker, with a few Fyros and even fewer Zorai, who had chosen to fight at our side. Most seemed confident and brave, but I was sure that some, like me, were struggling to keep their confidence at the sight of the enemy forces and hid their fear beneath their helmets. Few we were. Possibly too few. I hoped and prayed for strength in the face of our foes.
 We had information that a parallel attack to ours, launched from the Burning Desert by the Zoraï and Fyros would occur, I had no idea whether these  forces were any more numerous than the smallish Matis force that had assembled on this day. True, it was a collection of truly brave Homins and great warriors, but still we were achingly few in number. A few who were ready to face the enemy and do their best to defend their hard won freedom though.

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 She lay limp, twitching a bit. So far her helmet and armor were mostly intact, but the powerful Shockwave Spell that hit her must have broken every bone in her body as her protective aura weakened and finally vanished.
 A thin thread of blood seeped from her helmet, she coughed in agony as he leaned over her, trying to make out something through the slits in her helmet. Amber eyes, full of rage and pain, sparkled within. Probably recognizing the officer's seal on his armor and the colors of his tribe.
-"You... Bastard! - You're mine!" she spit out in a well of blood.
+“''You... Bastard! - You're mine!'' she spit out in a well of blood.”
 A sudden wave of amusement made him laugh in her upturned face.
-"Hahaha! Right now your soon to be dead body belongs to my soldiers, little Matis. Didn't you see that your pathetic bunch doesn't stand a chance?, he teased.
+“''Hahaha! Right now your soon to be dead body belongs to my soldiers, little Matis. Didn't you see that your pathetic bunch doesn't stand a chance?'' he teased.”
-"I'll get you! - Someday. - I swear ... by the dragon's breath." came the muffled, pain-filled reply from under the helmet.
+“''I'll get you! - Someday. - I swear ... by the dragon's breath.'' came the muffled, pain-filled reply from under the helmet.”
-"Swear all you want. You've already lost."
+“''Swear all you want. You've already lost.''”
 He viciously kicked a booted foot into her shivering side and turned to look back over the battlefield and face his troops.
 Laughing, he exclaimed , "Look comrades. This is all the great kingdom has to offer against you! No wonder it was so easy to attack and rob the merchants right under its nose!"
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 The battle was fierce and wave after wave of Marauder units threw themselves at us.
 But we remained steadfast. We held our position and even slowly advanced at a crawl.
-This had to be Divine Intervention. Jena guided our hands, gave us strength and courage and more than once I called the praise of Jena and my country: "Jena Ayie! Yrkanis Ayie! Matia Ayie!"
+This had to be Divine Intervention. Jena guided our hands, gave us strength and courage and more than once I called the praise of Jena and my country: “''Jena Ayie! Yrkanis Ayie! Matia Ayie!''”
 Then suddenly the enemy's ranks swelled. Their sheer numbers threatened to overwhelm us. We fought on, with courage born of despair. Right  in the midst of the great camp, surrounded by enemy warriors. The armor of the newly arrived enemies bore the mark of the bandit Sirgio, whose camp was halfway to the Burning Desert. He and his cohorts had joined the other Marauders in this battle. But, this had actually been to be expected. Where there was profit to be made, opportunists were not far behind.
 A sword thrust narrowly missed my belly, and my counterattack was parried by the quick Tryker warrior I faced. In the melee I noticed, something akin to heat lightning over the rolling hills of the steppe. Then a ball of glowing blue energy traced its path across the sky in a high, crackling arc. It burst amidst a group of marauder riflemen entrenched behind the high folds in the dry bark of Berello outpost. Lightning arced from one to the other and further. Twitching, the Men fell to the ground as behind them a few wildp figures scaled the slope. Weapons locked and wildly absorbed in the dance of magic.