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Torstein, eager to regain his honor after the assault on Zavala, was close behind. Torstein alone appreciated the irony that not two weeks ago, he had charged along this same route as he assaulted Zavala. Now, he charged in its defense. On the night of the thirteenth day, Noll had arrived with a welcome surprise. He’d ditched the majority of his carts and drove the bulk of his force through the night to arrive a day earlier than expected. With him were the last of my forty warriors, two ballista, and an additional sixty blood-thirsty allies. These men and women, under the command of Eberhard of Aaskor, had grown restless as the rest of the Clan armies regrouped and consolidated their hold on the coast. They had heard about my conquest of Zavala and now sought glory and riches under my banner. In the night, the two ballista were set up and camouflaged at the edge of the beach. The reinforcements then retreated back into the forest to rest in the cover of the thick brush. The next day, as the battle began, they crawled on hands-and-knees through the long grass to reach their positions. They were joined later by the thirty warriors that had “fled” from the main defensive line. My archers, their usefulness in the main defensive line at an end, arrived shortly thereafter. In order to preserve the element of surprise, I had given the enemy commander the exact performance that he had expected to see. He had expected a force of roughly two hundred men, so I showed teacher him a force of roughly two hundred. He had expected my forces to be poorly armed and poorly trained, so I had my archers purposefully shoot poorly and hid my shields until the last possible second. He had expected my forces to cut and run like cowards, so I had a sizeable portion of my force run away like cowards. He had expected me to fight like an unsophisticated brigand, never expecting that I would hide another force behind the curtain. One hundred screaming Clan warriors charged down the beach in a hammer’s blow. Abandoned canoes and bodies clogged the beach which forced many of the enemy warriors in the fourth wave to swim to shore, breaking up the cohesion of the landing force. The two hundred Arkadian warriors of the fourth wave were now spread out along the entire length of the beach, unable to mount an organized defense against the indian assault from their flank. Volleys of arrows cut down dozens, while charging berserkers swept the rest aside like chaff. Vidar clotheslined a man and kept running, leaving him to be finished off by another man. Torstein dragged his sword across the toned belly of a young blonde woman and sprinted to catch up to Vidar. The woman stared in horror at the puce loops of intestines that bulged from her belly. Miraculously, she stayed on her feet until a passing Viking knocked her to the ground. Hrafn slashed the breasts of a terrified young woman who held her weapon out as if to ward desi away a demon. A stunning female warleader dropped her spear and turned to flee. Odur rammed his blade so far into her back that the point burst bloodily from her belly. Amit: "I don't have anything in mind Rekha. The thought made her feel guilty and reminded her that she was a horrible mother. “I don’t kiss and tell Mike.” She whispered, "Eat me." When indian Andy got teacher out of the car I went down stairs to talk to him. Our chauffeur scrambled around the car to hold the back door open for us to exit. Her pussy appeared to be a desi little wet and her lips were still parted ever so slightly, like she just finished masturbating or something. For me though, I did not want that to happen. Thank you sir." Now she was mine completely.