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Meanwhile, on the other side of the transport, Tumarak, had found himself trapped behind enemy lines. As the initial wave had carried the young man almost completely off the deck, leaving him clinging to a mast line, Tumarak could only watch in horror and awe while Shezula cast his black magic and struck down Kawe Eei Laua. As Shezula brought his waves crashing across the deck, Tumarak was forced to hoist himself high up the mast line to avoid being swept away into the sea.
From this vantage point, he had watched the devastating, lightening quick attack of Shezulas minions upon the Mapuche unfold. Although he was not experienced in battle, Tumarak could certainly tell the situation was very grave. Soon Shezulas creatures would reach Governess Xila and kill her. After that, the Mapuche would be thrown into disarray and the battle would be lost. Dangling from the mast line, Tumarak felt tiny and helpless as the epic, frenzied struggle raged below him. Still, he was determined to join the fray. His father had never been known as a coward, and he was not about to shame his memory now. Thus, Tumarak overcame his fear and began thrusting his legs outward; gradually swinging the rope he was holding over the deck. Once the line reached its apex, Tumarak let go and sailed briefly through the rushing wind, before landing softly on the roof of a large cabin.
The young man found a small ladder on the side of the building and climbed down to the deck. Taking a look around, he saw that he was far behind the front lines of the furious battle. The imposing figure of Shezula was standing with his back to Tumarak, marching slowly across the deck, sweeping away waves of warriors with mighty blows of his black sword.
Shezula laughed with hateful glee, relishing every bloody note of his symphony of death and destruction. The evil wizards black blade made an eerie humming sound as it cut through the air and shook the entire deck when it hit the platform, sending up huge explosions of roaring flames. Against this magical weapon and the terrifying titan who wielded it, the Mapuche had little hope. Those not struck dead where they stood were swept aside by Shezulas spells and cast into the raging sea.
The monster was moving steadily forward, carving his way through waves of desperate soldiers, headed directly for the Governess fortress.
There wasnt much time.
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