25

The gates have been torn down, leaving a massive entryway through which the allied troops press heavily upon the Giaks and Drakkarim guarding the way. They are hard pressed and slowly are being pushed back. As you walk closer to the gate you suddenly hear the sounds a loud howling coming from behind you. Passing you up an entire regiment of Giaks mounted on Doomwolves rides past into the frothing battle. Drawing your weapon, you charge forth, uncertain just how much damage you will actually be able to do. Almost instantly the seething masses envelope you. Infantry trooper versus infantryman clash in violent cries of frustration and anger. The wounded pile up on the ground, only to be trod underfoot by the combatants. The fighting is fierce here, making your blood boil for the love of war. The last bit of Drakkar in you rejoices at the opportunity to engage in battle and bathe in the blood of your enemies. Striding into the midst of the fighting, you engage the enemy on the front lines. In a moment, you find yourself face to face with a hated foe.

Talestrian Footsoldier: Combat Skill 14 Endurance 15

If you win this combat, turn to 33.

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