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"Back away!" Kai shouted.

Rowan swore at the reins, and his horseman reared up, narrowly dodging the goo. The yellow-brown dirt smashed into the ground, making a sizzling sound, easily corroding the fallen leaves, and burning a deep pit on the ground.

"Array, listen to my slogan, do it again!" The patrol captain took the lead, shouted, and threw a spear at the big bird. The bird dodged the spear point, but a few feathers were poked off, and it croaked even more fiercely.

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