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Julius:  "Ferris! We have to get back to the woods! There’s nothing to hide behind here!"
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Ferris:  "Wha—? Huh? Hwah?"
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Julius:  "We don’t know how His Majesty is being attacked! I don’t see anyone! It must be someone striking from a distance!" Julius spun on his heel and, just as he had told Ferris, made a dash for the woods.
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Ferris:  Ferris followed after, but without keeping his head down; the situation still had not sunk in for him. An attack of some kind grazed his cat ears, slamming into the trees beyond. Whatever it was punched clear through the trunk of the first tree, as well as the one behind it. It was then that Ferris finally understood what was happening. "A sniper? !" Ferris cried.
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Julius:  The blow that had claimed the emperor of Volakia’s arm was a long-range, covert magical attack. The assassin had likely been positioned to watch over the route back to the Crystal Palace, and when the fugitives had so readily shown themselves, the killer had taken a shot. Whoever it was, they were careful and attentive, and their accuracy was alarmingly good. If they had aimed just an inch or two higher, it would have been Vincent’s head they blew off. "They don’t even seem to care if we go in the woods…!"
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Ferris:  "That’s because they no longer need to be subtle. And all those shots… How many of them are there?" Ferris gripped his head as he ran; Julius held the emperor. Sniper shots followed them like a curtain of rain. From right to left, they came with frightening speed and precision; Julius had minimized his movements when dodging to avoid throwing Vincent around too much. The emperor was pale—and unconscious from the shock of losing an appendage. If they didn’t stop the bleeding, the man would die. Julius had to make a choice, and soon. "Ferris! Take shelter under a tree and tend to His Majesty! I’ll keep those assassins busy!"
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Ferris:  "You think you can do it?"
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Julius:  "I have to! The emperor’s life is what determines whether it’s peace or war for us!"
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Ferris:  “…! All right…!” Ferris trembled for a moment at the weight of this responsibility but nodded. Julius set Vincent in the shadow of an especially large tree, and Ferris began treatment immediately. Presently, he had the severed arm reattached and had moved on to lifesaving measures. The demi-human was a healer among healers, able to reverse the course of even a mortal wound so long as he began to work on it before the victim died. This was Ferris’s—Felix Argyle’s—battlefield.