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- She stood up tall (well, as tall as Meg can be), summoned her swords, and leaped over the railing.
- “MEEEEEEEEEGAH!” I shouted, half war cry, half What in Hades are you doing?
- Without any conscious decision, I was on my feet, my bow in hand, an arrow nocked and loosed, then another and another. Hazel muttered a curse no proper lady from the 1930s should’ve known, drew her cavalry sword, and jumped into the fray so Meg would not have to stand alone. Lavinia rose, struggling to uncover her manubalista, but the oil cloth seemed to be stuck on the crossbeam.
- More undead swarmed Meg from under the balcony. Her twin swords whirled and flashed, cutting off limbs and heads, reducing zombies to dust. Hazel decapitated Caelius, then turned to face another two eurynomoi.
- The deceased former legionnaire with the burned face would have stabbed Hazel in the back, but Lavinia loosed her crossbow just in time. The Imperial gold bolt hit the zombie between the shoulder blades, causing him to implode in a pile of armor and clothes.
- “Sorry, Bobby!” Lavinia said with a sob.
- ***
- The Tyrant’s Tomb, Chapter 17
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