Bride of the Beast
Closer, a little bit closer.
”Now! Fire the cannons!” I thundered, and the words had not died on my lips when I heard the resounding boom of the cannons firing, the black-spotted balls of flame climbing high over our heads to scatter into the plains underneath, dispersing some of the films, but the werewolves kept coming.
“More! Don't stop firing!” I bellowed, just as the wave crashed into the gate and shook the exterior wall, the force of the gust swiping a few archers to plunge to their deaths below as the war cry of my troops rose, metal clashing with claw.
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