one thousand fifty-seven Fighting the two marshals minus one "Ha. ha. ha." Marshal Xanox ran as if his life depended on it - and it likely did. Several pieces of his epic, assembled armor set had fallen off, and others were cracked. Blood poured from his nose and mouth in large quantities, and his limping gait suggested something was seriously wrong with his leg. Yet he kept running, weaving between buildings and rubble in a desperate attempt to hide. But his frantic escape was short-lived.
"Kiiehh!" Xanox felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his heart in terror the moment he saw that familiar face.
"Kiiikk!" Without waiting to see what would happen next, he turned and bolted in the opposite direction. If leader Kiri or Queen Tao were present and saw this man - the mountain they once thought insurmountable, the shadow that loomed over their hearts - fleeing in such a pitiful state, they would never have believed their eyes. One hundred percent, they would have dismissed it as a dream or an illusionary attack.
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