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Lucida nods silently as she attempts to keep up. Aabi can feel her rapid breathing as she shakily slides beside Praetor, nervously glancing about. She spies a shield and picks it up as she goes, holding it inexpertly with three of her hands, clutching it close as they press on.

Praetor is close enough to where he can feel the heat of the fire, even through his armor. The silhouettes of the soldiers, dwarfed by the massive Lieutenants, show darkly against the blaze. The closest Lieutenant hefts his massive tower shield and sword as Praetor closes in, arrows flying and sticking into the ground beside him. One bounces off of Lucida's shield and she squeaks in fright.