“It’s the Dain,” Miro said. “Quick, fetch a stretcher!” Killian called. “I don’t need a stretcher,” the Dain growled, opening his eyes. “Don’t be a fool,” Miro said. “No!” the Dain said. “I can walk on my own two feet.” The Dain wobbled, but he drew in a deep breath and straightened. “I’m fine.” “Dain,” Killian said. “We’re marching hard, and you need attention. I’m ordering you to get seen to.” “No one gives me orders, lad,” the Dain said. “My apologies,” he corrected, putting a hand to his temple, “Emperor.” Even among all the carnage, Miro smiled and shook his head. “He’s a tough one,” he
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