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The strange encounter had drawn to its conclusion with the creature pole-vaulted over the line and was off to the skirmish. The tension that had run so high now settled, but for the Commander the brief reprieve offered no relief. They were losing this war all on the course of a few days, and saving everyone was impossible. Doubt crept into his thoughts, and his face became solemn with grief. How had Skorn anticipated their every move?
He faced back to where the armies were clashing. A clear view wasn’t needed to guess what was happening. They were falling apart, brave men and women paying the ultimate price for his failures. Gar drew deep breaths, trying to soothe the burning of his lungs. Holding back an outcry of frustration, it all seemed so hopeless.

“We have to retreat.. Let’s get the men called back. We’ll break for Aerie Peak.”

He couldn’t even start to formulate any plans on safely transporting Spectre, ultimately he wanted to spare her life and yet there were far more pressing matters. Placing his faith wholly upon Nym, he began after Shaar of the Golden Sands. Taking the same path that led back into the fray.
By the time he could reach the frontlines the rebels were desperate and frightened. For every enemy felled it would soon rise again twisted by the wiles of necromancy. Friends and foe alike were upraised, standing on dead feet with soulless eyes. A harrowing sight, but a prime example of why they fought Skorn’s tyranny.

“Sons of Magna, fall back! Escape these devils that we may face them again someday. Flee my friends to the mountain where the dead cannot tread so easily. Retreat, retreat, retreat!”

His call was hoarse, but it wouldn’t take long to spread on the winds of battle. The rebellion was routing, its dead enemies lacking their fleet feet would be hard pressed to give any sort of chase. Still Gar ventured into the front lines, Pathfinder ringing free from its sheath and lashing out at their foes. He would buy every member as much time as possible, and his blade would find its fill of gore.