Apr 28, 2020
When the red light of attack flares in the southern sky, Pimur and Quercus have no restraint. Tearing through the woods in the predawn light, they find a party of Aiel tangled with the previously-encountered false-Trollocs. Wasting no time, they engage the clear choice of enemy. Following quickly behind, Lance dances with his swords while Amena grimly wields death.
Firebolts, metal bolts, bullets, blades, and all-around bravery shine through the blistering minute or so of combat that encompasses this entire episode.