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- If the white knight defeated Callista, they were going to lose. Cole tried to rise, and pain howled through him, crippling the attempt. Dizziness and darkness almost overtook him.
- As Cole held still, his vision cleared, and he beheld the white knight and the black knight locked in combat. Sparks flew as blades chopped against shields and armor. They lunged and shoved and kicked, armor scraping and clanging.
- Callista slashed Morgassa’s sword from her grasp, then followed up with an overhand swipe. Morgassa caught the blade in her gauntleted hand, then jerked it from Callista’s grasp, reversed it, and stabbed it through Callista’s armor and into her belly.
- For a moment, they stood together. Morgassa’s hand squeezed Callista’s shoulder, fingers denting the armor.
- Then Callista stumbled back and dropped to her knees an instant before a blow from Morgassa’s shield leveled her. Her own sword protruding from her breastplate, Callista lay on her side and did not stir.
- Chapter 37
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