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Red spotted Zanetta and Sly, but was too busy rounding up several teenage kids. Within two minutes, they were in a long line along a ridge, clutching bows. "Remember, sen emba nen Lunien. En nepas canle durien gendes" she said. the words meant, simply, 'we fight for Lunien. oh, and only shoot guards.' They all nodded, raised their bows, and nocked arrows to the strings. "Endes. Carne. LENDMAS!" she yelled, and all hell broke loose as each and every bow found it's place deep within a guard's chest or head. She spotted a guard bent double, clutching his rear, which had an arrow lodged in it. "Arm twitched again, Smithy?" she asked, and a boy next to her nodded. She rolled her eyes, and ran down the hill clutching her daggers, finishing off the last few in a smooth rush of fury. She span round, and found her blade right in front of Sly, ready to slice his throat. She sheathed them, and smiled. "And that's the way we do it in Lunien." she said with a grin, and everyone cheered. She hugged on old woman in particular. She was about half Red's size, an old, wizened crone, but her eyes sparkled with magic. "Well, done, red." she said, and Red beamed.