#29. Injured
Lludu’s sling is whirling once more. The horse stumbles, obviously injured, and falls to his knees. The iron-clad man springs free, sword drawn.
“I have no fear of you demons. Come closer and I’ll prove it,” he threatens as he backs away.
The earth rumbles, opens its mouth, and swallows.
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