Blackfeather Woods it isn’t the storm that makes the ocean dangerous

The fighting begins as the weeping willow swims into vision. Heda goes after Cicero and Argent-Étoille follows, ever the obedient soldier. In a novel, the words would flow with poetry and death, capturing the intimate intricacies of teeth and blood and the creeping nausea overcoming him. But real life does not move so slowly painted. There are bodies on either side -- Étoille-Argent feels the sudden sting of pain blossoming against the right side of his skull, snarls, a haziness descending upon him. "Heda," he grinds out, dread descending upon him, but what the cause is he cannot say. An inexperienced fighter to begin with, crippled by the affects of the spores, the titan's fighting grows largely ineffectual and slow, but he will remain by heda's side until victory or defeat arrives to take them.