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“What are we waiting for?” you demand. “Get them before they get us!”
The moment the first darkspawn falls to your sword, chaos is unleashed. Its companions hiss and shriek, clawing at you with deadly talons. Arrows fly over your head and clubs come swinging at you, but you’re not worried about their weapons. It’s the darkspawn themselves you have to fear. Those long, twisted nails can give all of you the blight and, as bad as it would be to die in these tunnels, it would be even worse to go down in Shadow Dragons history as the person who got three of its highest-ranking operatives blighted.
Ducking the raking claws, you slice through the arm they’re attached to and spin to find yourself face-to-face with one of the biggest darkspawn. It sucks in a whistling breath and you could almost swear you hear it rasp, “Wait!”
But, before you can be sure, Tarquin’s sword comes down on its neck. The head that was inches away from yours hits the ground with a sickening, wet sort of thud and rolls away into the darkness.