Friday, May 25
Adventus Regis - Part 17d: The Senator’s Box
But Ilmarė’s rage was unabated. Her arm drew arrow after arrow and each time Ilmarė fired, she found her mark. Before the thing could scrabble onto the seats, six arrows jutted from its face. It screeched and fell backwards, collapsing onto its dead brother. Then it too, lay still.
She whirled, another arrow knocked, aimed at Beldin’s head. Someone was shouting something.
“Ilmarė!” said Sebastian. “Stop! It’s us!”
“Forever shalt thou contend for mastery and strive in bitter blood,” said a voice in her head. [MORE]
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