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Ohoho! Meghann might be joining with Vigi also, by the way.
At first, when they arrived, Maska had been confident. Sure, he had retreated somewhat to let the warriors do their thing, but any sensible leader would. If he fell, the warriors would be fighting for a leaderless tribe, for nothing. Besides, he was in fact able to think realistically. His body had never been strong, and he could not stand a chance against a fighter. It was a miracle he lived at all, even. But as the attacking forces grew and grew in numbers, his initial positive interpretation was shaken. This, and he had not in fact seen this before. Certainly, he had witnessed justice done in the Great Tribe - executions, castrations. But there was nothing that could have prepared him for what he saw, and the aggression of it made him want to shrink into his robe and stay there. Caught between the urge to stay safe and the need to further encourage his warriors, he retreated furthe, towards the entrance of the Town Hall. Eyes were so fixed at the scenes which unfolded in front of him, that he did not notice the shadowy creeper Claudius not far from the structure. Surrounded by a few Guardians assigned to him throughout this encounter, Maska simply stood and watched for a moment, both appalled and thrilled - and quite uncertain about the outcome.
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