This was a waste of time. David threaded his way through the trees, the archer's last words still ringing with hollow bravado in his mind. But Scott had given the order.
An archer himself, David moved with a practiced silence, his six companions fanned out behind him. Four archers, three light warriors—a full hunting party. It was absurd overkill for a single mouthy suit from some corporate office.
What was that man’s problem, anyway? All that
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