Arthur wiped the blood off his blade with a cloth he had tucked into his belt. "Just fine, Tristan. How is the fight elsewhere?"
"We are holding steady. The enemy's soldiers are not well trained and the queens' armies are some of the best fighters I have seen. Our opponents fall easily, and although they are numerous, I do not see them lasting very long at this rate. They will soon need to fall back and regroup."
"Very good. Let--"
Off to the east, the sky brightened for a brief moment to an opaque white and a sharp crack rang out across the land. Drakka narrowed her eyes as she stared at where the strange lightening had flashed, suspicion and worry sitting heavily on her brow.
"What is it?" Arthur stepped up beside the black-haired faery, concerned at the break in her normally unshakable exterior.
"Someone or something has entered Faery, most likely without permission. Why they would do so in the middle of battle, I do not know. It could be reinforcements for the enemy."
Arthur frowned. "Tristan, take a few of the knights and go check it out, please."
A booming howl blotted out Tristan's response, causing the ground to vibrate beneath their feet.
"A mountain troll" came Drakka's snarled answer to Arthur's unasked question.
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