“You said you’d summon eagles!”
New feathers bristling, Arn looked to his warriors turned aerie of eagles in the branches. “What now, Wizard?”
The malevolence of fifty orcs felled their tree over the cliff as the old owl flapped his wings. “Fly, you fools!”
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