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When the red light of attack flares in the southern sky, Pimur and Quercus have no restraint. Tearing through the woods in the predawn light, they find a party of Aiel tangled with the previously-encountered false-Trollocs. Wasting no time, they engage the clear choice of enemy. Following quickly behind, Lance dances with his swords while Amena grimly wields death. Firebolts, metal bolts, bullets, blades, and all-around bravery shine through the blistering minute or so of combat that encompasses this entire episode. Twitter: @just_role Instagram: @just_role_with_it_podcast Discord: https://discord.gg/66qgJRj Patreon: www.patreon.com/JRWI