Book3:WereMyDreamIs
eingthisurs,thecoldgrimaAts’facebecamemoreandmoresinister. “Doyouhopetoescapefrommybowandarrowbyusingthistactic?YourhavefottenIhaveanotheron.Doyoupntouseyourheadtotryoutthesharpnessofmymagicsword?Then,sobeit!Letyourbloodfeedmybutcheriswhippedhishorseandflewdownthemound,brandishinghismagicsword.KingDimitri’swarriorswereonlytooawareofthesharpnessofhisonandsotheyalltriedtododgethebruntofitandemptedtofacehiminbat.AsforAts,hewasinnetobeginhissughter.Helookedaroundhimassessiuation.HekhatKingDimitri’ssoldierslikedtousethetacticsofoutfnkingtheirenemyaersurroundingthoseofsmallernumbersandkillingthem.Hedecidedtooutmahembyusingthesametactics.Heorderedhissoldierstouseterattadteroffensives.Shoutsand