A male warleader yelled in pain and went down as an arrow shattered his thigh. A proud Blade yelped in surprise as an arrow whipped past her face. She slipped in the sand and ran headlong onto one of the beach obstacles. Shit stained her thighs as she clutched desperately at the massive wooden stake impaling her belly. “Loose” shouted Inger, and fifty more arrows sailed towards the running Arkadians. A twenty-year-old, her sandy bangs held back with a blue headband, tumbled into the sand as she was struck by two arrows. A rookie Wildcat skidded to a halt and turned towards where the first volley had come from. With dread, she registered the flight of the second volley a half-second before an arrow punched through her breastbone. A tanned teenager in a cotton bra and shorts screeched in agony, her heels digging furrows into the sand. An arrow was so deep in her left side that the white feathers nearly touched her flesh. A blooded veteran was on her knees, babbling feverishly and holding her hands to her mutilated breasts, a single arrow from the side piercing both golden orbs. With a mighty roar, Viking warriors rose out of the long grass west of the beach and charged along the edge of the shore. Vidar was at their head, eager to prove himself as the rightful leader of blow job japanese his clan. Torstein, eager to regain his honor after the assault on Zavala, was close behind. Torstein alone appreciated the irony that not two weeks ago, he had charged along this same route as he assaulted Zavala. Now, he charged in its defense. On the night of the thirteenth day, Noll had arrived with a welcome surprise. He’d ditched the majority of his carts and drove the bulk of his force through the night to arrive a day earlier than expected. With him were the last of my forty warriors, two ballista, and an additional sixty blood-thirsty allies. These men and women, under the command of Eberhard of Aaskor, had grown restless as the rest of the Clan armies regrouped and consolidated their hold on the coast. They had heard about my conquest of Zavala and now sought glory and riches under my banner. In the night, the two ballista were set up and camouflaged at the edge of the beach. The reinforcements then retreated back into the forest to rest in the cover of the thick brush. The next day, as the battle began, they crawled on hands-and-knees through the long grass to reach their positions. They were joined later by the thirty warriors that had “fled” from the main defensive blowjob line. My archers, their usefulness in the main defensive line at an end, arrived shortly thereafter. In order to preserve the element of surprise, I had given the enemy commander the exact performance that he had expected to see. He had expected a force of roughly two hundred men, so I showed him a force of roughly two hundred. 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