Moments passed like drumbeats, drawn out with deliberation, each heavy in their singular unease. The desire for action burned deep in every heart, but the need for dark cover demanded they await my signal. A shadow on my flank bent double; sounds of constrained retching met my ears. Glinting beyond revealed a blade drawn prematurely in zealous, if ill-advised, anticipation. I narrowed my gaze. Little enough could be done about such tactical blunders now, not with battle imminent and the time for planning and training passed.
Spying candle-glow in the tower belfry, I gripped my weapon. It's time... NOW!
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