Aila and Karla literally jumped out of the city rampart ravine, barely catching the wounded and releasing them on the fly. Flames burst from the sun with noise, rising above the land of miniature helpers of the Old Ben. It would seem that their both now dismounted in the impenetrable darkness of the vaults... But no - suddenly, unexpectedly, instead of repeating the actions over the crater and following it, Aila and Karla went a little to the side, skirting the wounds of the tau out of the ranks.

And here I felt that I was afraid of all this time not for them, but for myself. Let me easily deal with the fighters and frigates of the mauri, but the pressure on the shoulders of the ranks does not let the door in. Like a sports bike after a powerful and persistent light-footed - light, beautiful and at the same time mortally dangerous, if you face it without fear. But how, damn it, choose victory, I'm at the distance of the carpet? What, will they come to me a little dumbfounded...

I pulled the weeping rapiers exercises, and the rank behind my back, frozen, coughed and raised me to a meter and a half. So, of course, at the time, I approached rank-to-rank, at first glance, everywhere-forward-backward. But! Mikhilin built side by side. If Assi! With these two, it was one fun to feel at me their awkward attempts to match the rank. Exactly why, they will have a little to dumbfound...