Burn
I made my way to the stairs, practically dragging the dazed dynamancer. She was heavier than she looked, especially with that armor. The Drakar warrior had apparently assumed command of the Crossbred, setting them to various tasks – Avians working in teams to drift Marinians down to the water and seize a ship, Lycans to help clear a path, Ursings to help carry the wounded. I was more than happy…
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