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Then suddenly arrows thump into the Tyrant's flank. Your friends among the hunters strike from hidden positions at the edge of the forest! The Tyrant shrieks and veers off toward them, but they scatter into the woods.

You're close to the middle of the village now. It's hard to see through all the dust kicked up in the fighting. Some humans have broken past the chief's defenses to rob the village—they're making right for the metal of the Specular! For a second you think the ophidians have retreated, but then you see them half crawling, half slithering toward the warriors lodge with torches, intent on arson.

The Tyrant is just outside the edge of the village, swallowing anyone nearby in ones and twos.

Keimia seems to be holding some feathered apes in reserve.