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Harley: I ran into the chaos of gnashing teeth and screaming. Metal clanking and shattering bones and the only thing hanging in the air is the smell of iron and fear. I stepped over body after body with sweat dripping down my brow in search of only one thing… well… three things. They were fighting the troops that Alistair had spent so much time and effort on, and he was fighting his own people to protect mine. I was sideswiped by an ogre and the blade of his sword dug deep into my leg, cutting into my thigh from hip to knee, but I couldn’t feel the pain for the fear that was coursing through me. Something was coming from the back of the troops and whatever it was, it was big, and it was heading right for my men. I gripped my sword tightly, it was so full of my blood that it felt as li