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I huff, the wind rushes past my hair and trails down enough to billow the bottom of my clothes like a cloak in the wind.

And here I sit. Between my legs is Ellaine. She who carries me to the next battle. Above me, with a coo, and a smile on its ethereal body, trails a spirit.

It floats above my head, occasionally coming into full view. If only to point the next direction. It's showing us the way, as is commanded of it. As is expected of it, my spirit.

I smile. Our next battle is here. Blood has already been spilled. Enemies entrenched into their positions. Slaughtering my creations. They follow my orders to the spirit of it. Creating gashes into the enemy defense.

But each death that took place only serves to carve out a couple feet of ground that my summons can then take.

I grimace at the savagery of it all.