![]() ![]() She knew they would catch up with her on the road. She knew that in a moment they would trap her in the courtyard. She turned around, hearing the cries of the Scoia’tael approaching fast from Garstang. She wasn’t afraid of him, nor did she hate him. She did not know him she had never seen him before. The terrified, cowering young man bleeding profusely was no one. Only hacked-up feathers remained of the forbidding wings. The black knight of Cintra had fallen beneath the blows of her sword, had ceased to exist. ![]() There was a pale, dark-haired young man with stupefyingly blue eyes and a mouth distorted in a grimace of fear, kneeling in a pool of blood. There was no black helmet, no raptor’s wings, whose whistling had tormented her in her nightmares. I guess you can add Time of Contempt feat where he kills all the squirrel tails. ![]()
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