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Original X-roads-2003
Meanwhile…
The gun shots were flying over Cas and Daemons head as they inched their way towards Sertoff.
“What’s going on?” Daemon demanded and answer.
“You two, take the right, it’s the weakest side, I want this over by tonight.” Sertoff ordered two men that laid nearest him.
They moved out, two thousand men followed behind them into the hale of gun fire. Some falling to the ground as they went.
“This will be over tonight,” Sertoff laid back against a dune and opened a flask taking a sip.
“I have my men on the left side, it seems you have it under control.” Daemon took the flash and took a sip, then offered it to Cas who declined.
“They didn’t expect an attack two nights ago. Got half of them then in the first wave.” he looked at Cas. “So how’s Jas?”
“Funny you should ask.” Daemon handed him back the flask.
Sertoff smirked, and took a sip. Suddenly the firing stopped and there was sound of howls in the air. “Wait til she finds out how many of her men were killed.”
One of the men returned, “Victory, Sir.”
“That was fast.” Daemon looked at him.
“They called a retreat.” he leaned over.
“Looks like we’re going home.” Sertoff tipped the flask and finished it off.