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Brynjar cracks his neck. "So you've got some scrap in you after all." He says as he enters a combat stance.

Genrill dashes ahead of the group of straggling creatures while mounted on Sam as they try to withdraw into town and blocks their path of retreat while drawing his large axe in place of his lance.