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| High Elves vs Dark Elves: The battle for the Tower of Daenarith |
| By Celerioth |
Armylists:
High Elves – 1991 points
Lords and Heroes
Prince (Celerioth): Dragon armour, Ithilmar barded steed, Blade of sea gold, Vambraces of defence and Pure of heart honour = 254 pts.
Mage (Celian): Level 2, Ithilmar barded steed, Jewel of the dusk and Channeler honour = 172 pts.
Mage (Vertalis): Level 2, Dispel scroll, Dispel scroll = 170 pts.
Core
20 Spearmen with full command = 250 pts.
10 Silverhelms with full command and warbanner = 285 pts.
5 Silverhelms with champion = 129 pts.
Special
6 dragon princes with full command and amulet of the purifying flame = 216 pts.
18 swordmasters with full command = 264 pts.
6 Ellyrian reavers with spears, bows and musician = 151 pts.
Rare
2 Great eagles: 100 pts.
Dark Elves – 1993 points
Lords and Heroes
Highborn (Tamarra): Cold one, Gauntlet of Power, Heavy armour, sea dragon cloak, shield = 277 pts
Sorceress (Irsha): Level 2, steed, Seal of Ghrond, dispel scroll = 192 pts.
Sorceress (Arhandra): Level 2, 2 dispel scrolls = 180 pts.
Beastmaster (Weer): Sword of might = 60 pts.
Core
18 Corsairs with full command = 205 pts.
5 Dark riders with musician = 127 pts.
5 Dark riders with musician = 127 pts.
Special
16 Witch elves with full command and witchbrew = 263 pts.
6 Cold one knights with full command and Banner of murder = 264 pts.
6 Harpies = 78 pts.
Rare
1 War hydra = 220 pts.
Pre-game
It had been just before dawn when Celian had been disturbed in his meditation and within the hour the warhost had been assembled. Celian was ontop his noble steed, looking over the battlefield. The Asur warhost had stopped to resupply at the Tower of Daenarith just one day ago and by that time had no intention for battle. The Tower, filled with swords, armour, lances and other valuable equipment of war was now under seige. It was Celian’s and his fellow High Elves’ task to stop the invading force. The foe was none other then their vile cousins, the Dark Elves of Naggaroth. The battlefield was fairly open, only a wood covered the west side and a few ancient boulders in the shape of faces were raised to the east. In the distance Celian could see the Druchii washost lining up. The wind carried the snarls of the cold ones and the chilling, disturbing sounds of harpies. The Asur warhost was led by Celian’s brother, the noble prince Celerioth. In his hand was a magical blade he had found in the Tower of Daenarith, rumour had it that it struck with the power of the waves itself. Celerioth intended to find out.
Celian stood up in his saddle to look over the Asur warhost as it lined up for battle. Far to the right the last of the Ellyrian reavers mounted up and readying their bows. Next to them were a large regiment of Spearmen. They were making final preperations for the battle to come, adjusting armour and making sure their swords and spears where ready for whatever would come their way. Beside them were another block of infantry, the Swordmasters. The Swordmasters had followed Celian from the Tower of Hoeth as bodyguards and he knew they would perform well, he had seen them in combat before. They were eager to test their skills once more he saw, especially against the vile druchii. Behind the Swordmasters stood the mage Vertalis, the appointed guardian of the Tower of Daenarith. He weilded the power of fire and would be a useful addition to the army. He had already proven his worth by calling down two mighty great eagles from the nearby mountains. The eagles were sitting just to his right, ready to take flight at his command. The pride of the warhost was next to the swordmasters, a mighty cavalry regiment consisting of ten noble silverhelms from Avelorn. Their standardbearer carried a wonderfully woven warbanner that almost shone in the early morning sun. The Dragon princes and the general of the warhost was next and just infront of Celian. The Dragon princes of Caledor held their lances high, showing no fear for the Dark Elf host. They would fight to the last, if need be, that much Celian knew. Riding with the Dragon princes where his brother, Celertioh. His martial skills were even sharper then the Swordmasters and with his newfound blade Celian imagined that his brother would be all but unstoppable. Far to the left was the last of the units, a small regiment of silverhelms. They were the only reserves the Tower of Daenarith could offer except for Vertalis, fresh nobles that had yet to see battle. Then there was, of course, himself. A mage studing the lore of the heavens. He was by no means an archmage but the Loremasters of Hoeth had seen great potential in him, he hoped to prove them true by joining his brother’s warhost and do battle on the front lines. Sitting down in his saddle he straightened his back and once more looked over the battlefield.
Settling down in the saddle of her Cold One, Tamarra looked out over the field, watching the morning sun making the silver armour of the hated High Elves gleam. Shaking her head slightly she turned in the saddle to look over her own troops. Out on the far left flank her units of Dark Riders were looking over their crossbows while Irsha, a fairly untried sorceress, were trying to hold her horse in line with the Dark Riders all the while preparing her spellcasting. Another easy sacrifice for Khaine this day, thought Tamarra with a chilling grin on her lips. She moved her gaze over to the Corsairs lined up beside the Dark Riders. Some were rearranging their cloaks over their shoulders but most of them looked only eager to fight. Right next to them were the nobles on Cold Ones that she had managed to gather in Karond Kar before leaving. All young and untried Druchii, looking nothing but determined to prove their worth before her. She shouted out to them that it wouldn’t be long before they would see battle. To her right the big hydra she had helped Weer train was prancing about, giving Weer and her apprentice full hands trying to calm it down. To the far right flank of the Druchii line were the only tried troops. A regiment of her cousin Shaendra’s Witch Elves, led by Shaendra herself. Tamarra stood up in her stirrups to be able to see Shaendra over the huge bulk of the Hydra. Shaendra looked out over the field with a crazed look on her face. Tamarra grinned and sat down in her saddle again. A high pitched screeching suddenly broke the otherwise lowly pitched noise from the Cold Ones and the Hydra. Looking over her shoulder, Tamarra could see the Harpies that had followed their ship over the sea taking ground behind the Corsairs. Turning back towards the field and the waiting High Elven line she smiled. This day would grant many a sacrifice for Khaine. She only wondered which side would give him most sacrifices.
High Elves - Turn 1
After making sure the army was ready for battle Celerioth gave the command to advance. The whole elven battleline started to move, the elven steeds holding back as to make sure the Swordmasters and Spearmen could keep up. Celian knew that his brother didn’t want to stray too far away from the tower. He also knew that the Dragon princes and the Silverhelms were faster then the druchii’s Cold ones. If they waited, they could perhaps take advantage of that. To the right he could hear the sounds of the great eagles taking flight and landing just infront of the face shaped boulders, taking cover. The orders Celian had been given were clear, cause as much damage as soon as possible. He was not one to disobey orders, this was his time to prove himself. He raised the jewel of the dusk over his head and started to channel the magical energies through his body. With a word of power he cast his spell, summoning a comet somewhere from high above. The druchii sorceresses, either misjudging their own power or underestimating his, were unable to dispel the powerful spell.
Dark Elves – Turn 1
With a deafening bang a comet suddenly struck the ground behind the Corsairs. Tamarra turned her head towards the sound, seeing a fiery shockwave smashing into the Corsairs and her own Cold One unit. Leaving the Corsairs to fend for themselves while wrapping her cloak around her hoping it would take the worst hit. When the dust started to settle she looked around for Arhandra only to find her gone and a crater in her place. In the meantime she heard the High Elves cheering, but looking towards the Corsairs she found they had managed well enough thanks to their cloaks, she could only see three bodies lying in the dust. Her own Cold One unit had only taken a few scratches but nothing fatal.
Cursing under her breath over the sorceress Tamarra raised her sword in an order to take her line slowly towards the waiting High Elven line. By this time Irsha had managed to get her horse to behave and were gathering the powers to her and sent them towards the High Elven Swordmasters only to find that their mages easily could stop her attempts at meddling with their ranks. The Dark Riders at the end of the left flank had caught sight of the High Elven Reavers and fired two volleys of bolts towards them only to find they were equally skilled in ducking as they themselves were.
High Elves – Turn 2
Seeing the Dark Elven line coming closer Celerioth raised his sword to signal a halt for his troops. It seemed that they would wait until the very last moment. From its hidingplace one of the great eagles flew out into the battlefield, landing before the Dark Elf Corsairs and Cold one Knights.
Celian, content with his previous spell, cast the Comet of Cassandora once more. Holding the jewel of the dusk high into the air he felt a great surge of power within him. This time the spell was of such irresistable force that not even an archmage would have been able to stop it. Once more a comet was called from the skies. Vertalis the firemage, now standing between the Swordmasters and Spearmen also tried to cast a spell but this one was dispelled, but just barely, the moment it was finished.
The reavers let their bowstrings sing as they returned fire against the Druchii Dark Riders. Most arrows were avoided by the nimble riders, using their mounts for cover, but one found flesh and sent a Dark Elf falling to the ground pierced through the throat.
Dark Elves – Turn 2
Another deafening bang and shockwave broke out on the left flank. Tamarra burst out in a roar and looked over the left flank to find all the Dark Riders wiped out. The only survivor was the sorceress who had been saved by her jittery horse. Before she could shout out her orders she heard the harpies take flight, their high pitched screams drowning her own voice. The harpies aimed their flight towards the exposed Great Eagle who quickly took flight when seeing the fast approaching harpies. By the time the harpies had taken to the ground Irsha had managed to gain enough control of her horse to try another spell on the swordmasters only to find the very same barrier that had blocked her previous attempt. Tamarra watched the harpies fly over her line and sat back in her saddle cursing their inability to wait for her orders and obeying them.
High Elves – Turn 3
The fleeing great eagle, encouraged by the harpies, decided that this battle wasn’t for him. He quickly flew up into the sky and left the battlefield. The other great eagle, the braver of the two, took flight and landed just infront of the harpies, talons ready for them if they decided to attack. Celerioth gave the silent command with his sword that his battleline should remain firm, only making a few adjustment to the right flank ordering the Swordmasters and Spearmen to wheel slightly to face the opposing army. The Reavers, not really part of the battleline, finally dug their heels into their steeds and galoped up the right side of the battlefield and vanishing behind the stonefaced boulders.
Celian too moved from his position from behind the Dragon princes and behind the small Silverhelm unit to the left, shouting encouragements. “The winds of magic are with us this day!” He said. “The vile druchii shall never prevail!” Raising his hand high up into the air he started to shape the form of another spell and once more the winds of magic was his to command. With a shout of triumph he unleashed the spell with such irresistable force that none could hope to dispel it. Inwards he grinned, he had surely proved himself this day, the druchii could never hope to prevail against the magic of the High Elves. He directed a third comet downwards, hoping it would wreck havoc amongst the Druchii line. The fire mage, Vertalis, was not as successful as his firewall spell was dispelled just as it would have taken effect. Mumbling under his breath he looked up and saw the third comet of the day making its way down towards the Dark Elves. “Oh please, now he’s just showing off.” He sighed.
Dark Elves – Turn 3
Tamarra kept an eye on the sky. Sha had learned which spell was the favoured one of the bloody High Elven mages and thus she were able to shout out to the Knights around her and her cousin among the Witch Elves as the comet came crashing down. As the dust once again settled she found two of her Knights dead along with a couple of Witch Elves. With a snarl she raised her sword again and signalled the remaining knights to charge the waiting Dragon Princes. Unfortunately all the knights were too shaken to get their mounts to move at full speed, not even the magical standard that was raised high above them was of any help. The harpies, inspired by the last Great Eagles flight charged the new one that had entered the battlefield almost right in front of them, though this one stood its ground. The harpies claws could not even scratch it. In return the Great Eagle managed to rip one of the harpies apart with its own great claws and although outnumbered he stood his ground. The corsairs took their chance at advancing when the harpies engaged the Great Eagle and marched forward to form a somewhat straight line with the Cold Ones. Tamarra could hear the Witch Elves frenzied cursing closing in on her units right flank, completing the rough line. A quick glance over her shoulder informed her that the hydra had taken place behind the sorceress who had steered her horse closer to the middle of the line and was currently underway with casting a spell. Reading from the look on her face she had failed. Again.
High Elves – Turn 4
With a warcry Celerioth finally gave the command to charge the Cold one knights. He and the Dragon princes surged forward beside the large regiment of Silverhelms, hooves thundering, overcoming any fear that the Cold ones would have caused. The elven battleline would now finally make their move. The reavers appeared from behind the boulders and caught sight of the hydra and the swordmasters and spearmen advanced towards the Corsairs. On the left flank the small regiment of silverhelms moved forward as well, although more cautiously. Tipping their lances at the very last moment the High Elves smashed into the Dark Elf line. Two Cold one knights caught the Dragon Princes’ lances in the chest and were thrown clean of their saddles. A third lance struck a Cold one right behind the neck causing the rider to fall helplessly to the ground. The champion of the Cold one Knights, overcome with hatred, dropped his lance, unsheated his druchii sword and by brute force slashed one Dragon prince from his saddle. As the two forces clashed Celerioth found his advesary, the general of the Dark Elf warhost. “Vile druchii, come and face me!” he yelled over the battle as he made his way through the fighting to meet his foe. The other general did the same and soon the two stood face to face, the druchii’s cold one snarling fiercly. Without hesitation Celerioth raised his newfound sword and struck. Several times his blade was parried by the Druchii’s sword but would not be able to evade it forever. With a cry of victory the blade finally, in one swift stroke, found flesh after cutting its way straight through the Dark Elf’s shield and shoulder armour. He gave the sword a twist then pulled it back, grateful at the sight of blood. He looked back at his foe and too late he understood that the wound hadn’t been fatal.
Tamarra grinned like a madman underneath her helmet. She could feel her left arm tingling with the sensation of the blood pouring out through the wound. Spurred by that sensation she laughed, a high, chilling laughter and attacked the High Elven Prince fiercely. All of her mighty strokes fell true, wounding the Prince greatly and would have been his certain death had not his horse reared and taken the stroke meant for the prince in its chest. Both the horse and its rider fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
Looking up from her fallen foe she noticed that almost all of her Knights except for one were taken down and two regiments of the High Elven cavalry were coming towards them. Tamarra got her Cold One to swing around and together with the last surviving Knight she made a tactical retreat.
Seeing the slayer of their Prince run made the Dragon princes filled with vengance, they would slay her, or die trying. Shouting oaths and curses after her the Dragon princes started to pursue but were slowed down by the many cold ones lying dead on the ground. The Silverhelms did not get that opportunity but instead continued their charge towards a new target, the harpies harrassing the great eagle. The great eagle, avoiding all attacks despite its size, slashed back with his sharp talons and sliced a harpy in two.
Seeing his brother fall was not something Celian had expected. Not expected at all. His thoughts were all over; confusion, sorrow and hatred. With such a mind he was unable to cast his spells The first one was dispelled and the other one he couldn’t even finish because of his thoughts.
On the other side of the battlefield the Reavers let their arrows fly from their elven bows, their target being the huge hydra and its keepers. One arrow stuck a vunerable spot in one of the many necks of he Hydra. Two others found their way to the beastmasters. One went down with an arrow in his chest and the other, a more experienced beastmaster to be sure, avoided death by taking the arrow in her shoulder.
Dark Elves – Turn 4
Tamarra signalled her sole Knight to a halt and turned around to face the battlefield once more. On the left flank Weer drove the Hydra to charge the Reavers but the Reavers fled their onslaught, leaving the slower Hydra behind them. Further in on the line the Corsairs saw their chance and charged into the flank of the Silver Helms who fought the harpies, slashing like madmen at the Silver Helms but only managing to scratch their armour. All the while, the harpies had a hard time deciding who to fight. Their indecisiveness caused the death of three of them, being cut down by the silver helms. Enraged the last remaining harpy attacked the Silver Helms but only scratching their armour. The Corsairs turned and fled the Silver Helms’ heavy armour but the Silver Helms were quicker and rode them all over. Tamarra growled and shook her head over the now dead looting party. Only good for ship duty. The last remaining harpy also fled but was left alone.
Out on the far right flank Shaendra led her regiment of Witch Elves up against a smaller unit of Silver Helms, killing two of them by dragging them out of their saddles and stabbing them with their poison coated daggers. One Witch Elf were a bit too eager, even in her frenzy, and got knocked down by a horse’s hooves. From the last rank of the regiment poured more Witch Elves into the fight, sneaking up to the flanks of the Silver Helms.
Tamarra couldn’t keep the smile of her face. Shaendra sure knew what she was doing, as was her Witch Elves, even though frenzied. A high pitched curse was heard to the left of Tamarra. It was Irsha seeing another spell fail.
High Elves – Turn 5
The Ellyrian reavers, seeing that the hydra were unable to keep up, rallied and prepared to unleash more arrows. Before they could do so a reaver stood up in his saddle and pointed towards a druchii sorceress on a dark steed not far away. The others nodded in agreement and once more dug their heels into the side of their elven steeds, charging the lone Sorceress. The sorceress, seeing the new threat to late, started to flee but a spear caught the dark steed in the rear. With a shout of surprise she fell from her horse and was trampled as the reavers continued their charge straight towards the druchii general and her Cold one knight companion.
The great eagle, now free from the harpies, took flight and charged toward the Highborn along with the Dragon princes. The Swordmasters, eager for battle, charged the lone harpy and cut her down with ease. The large regiment of Silverhelms found themselves in a rather uncomfortable position as a Hydra now dominated their left flank. Swinging around they prepared to meet a charge, holding their Warbanner high into the air and shouting words of defience towards the creature and the beastmaster. Celian, feeling rather unsecure with the Witch elves so close rode of to meet up with his escort, the Swordmasters.
Futher away the Dragon princes lowered their lances and smashed into the druchii general and the Cold one knight. Amazingly all attacks were deflected, either by armour or sword. The great eagle had no more luck and only scratched at the Dark elf armour. The Dragon princes, stunned that their charge had been ineffective, were easy targets for the druchii general. One Dragon prince got his throat cut open despite the considerable protection and yet another got his arm cut off by the elbow, falling screaming from his mount. The druchii general and her champion were outnumbered and flanked, but still they stood firm.
Celian, seeing the doomed Silverhelms fighting desperatley with the Witch elves, wanted to give them a more painless death then the ones the Witch elves would give them. Gathering his thoughts he took a deep breath and concentrated. He met little magic resistance as he started to call down a coment down upon Witch elves and Silverhelms both. Unfortunately for the Silverhelms two more of them were slain and the remaining Silverhelms fled as fast as they could. The Witch Elves, frenzied and hungry for more made short work of any attempts to escape.
Vertalis the firemage, sensing that all magical resistance was gone, cast his most powerful spell. Suddenly and without warning a huge wall of fire was conjured from the ground infront of the hydra. Although the flames were but tickling for the massive beast, the beastmaster would have to think twice to charge into it and towards the waiting Silverhelms.
Dark Elves – Turn 5
The Witch elves, wanting more, wheeled around to face the elven spearmen. Running as fast as they could they started to close the gap between them. Soon they would be able to let their daggers taste more elven blood.
Tamarra heard the satisfying sound of the Hydra belching out its flames, but when she managed to look up from her fight with the Dragon Princes and the Great Eagle she could see that the flames had been ineffective, every single Silver Helm was still in their saddles. The fight caught her attention again and she deflected a blow from the Great Eagle with her now half shield. A flash of pain went through her at the impact and she laughed her chilling laugh and lashed out at one of the Dragon Princes who had carelessly left an opening in his shieldside. As the Dragon Prince fell out of his saddle with a satisfying thud Tamarra deflected another of the Dragon Princes’ blow. The Knight beside her fought as well as he could, fending off blows and delivering blows of his own. His skill was not to be scorned, but he was still young and didn’t have the battle experience that the Dragon Princes had.
High Elves – Turn 6
Vertalis made a quick gesture, dismissing his firewall infront of the Hydra. The tactic had worked and now the Silverhelms charged forward, fearless and defiant, shouting cries of victory. The Swordmaster’s Bladelord looked up at Celian and the mage gave him a firm nod. With no more encouragement needed the Bladelord and his Swordmasters charged towards the Hydra’s exposed flank, massive swords ready to cut the beast open.
The High Elf spearmen which had been kept in the back now got ready to recieve a charge from the mad Witch elves. Their champion ordered the spears lowered, ready to pierce the flesh of the deadly maidens of Khaine if they dared charge.
The comet, now useless, was dismissed in favour of another spell. Celian had calmed down and was filled with thoughts of revenge. He had ridden so that he and Vertalis flanked the back of the Spearmen and togheter they unleashed the power of the High Elves upon the Witch elves that prepared to charge them. Celian screamed out his fury and such was his resolve that none would have been able to stop the spell. The sky darkened over the frenzied elves and suddenly lighting stuck, making two of the Witch elves scream even higher just before falling down dead on the ground. Vertalis summoned another wall of fire which easily burned five of the Witch elves into ash. The screams of pain were sweet in Celian’s ears. “There’s more where that came from!” he shouted. The spearmen, caught up in the sudden advantage, shouted curses and oaths towards the Witch elves and urging them to charge through the fire.
On the other side of the battlefield the Silverhelms slammed into the Hydra, the lances hitting true but to no effect. Only a valiant elven steed managed to wound the great beast by hitting one of its many heads with its hooves. The Swordmasters came charging into the flank of the Hydra, their greatswords having no problems hitting the massive beast. Unfortunately the swords found a particulary protected spot and were all turned aside. The beastmaster, armed with a Sword of Might, joined the fight and showed that not only the beast could fight, but she as well. With a mighty blow she cut down a horse from under one of the Silverhelms, slashing off the riders head as he tried to stand up. The hydra lashed forward, striking both left and right, but found only a wall of steel. Suddenly seeing the vastness of the force she was fighting the beastmaster called a retreat, but the Swordmasters were too eager for anything to escape them. Before the beastmaster and the Hydra had managed to leave the battlefield the Swordmasters caught up with them, their massive blades cutting the Hydra’s keeper in two and slashing again and again upon the beast until the it lay dead on the battlefield. The Bladelord climbed up on its body and raised his sword. “Ulthuan shall never fall!” The Swordmasters raised their swords in return and cheered.
The melée with the druchii general continued and blows were traded back and forth. Reavers stabbed with their spears, the great eagle scratched with his claws and the Dragon princes lashed out with their swords. Yet nothing managed to find flesh. The last Dragon princes were cut down by the Highborn, her skill and strength unbelivable, but her speed seemed to slow.
Dark Elves – Turn 6
Tamarra could feel her wound slowing her down and sapping her strength. Behind her current foes she could almost make out Shaendra’s unit of Witch Elves and the wall of fire that one of the High Elf mages had cast. The wind carried the Witch Elves screams and curses to Tamarra’s ears. All that was left of the war host she had brought was herself, the single Knight and the Witch Elves, and only a few of them were still alive.
The Witch Elves with Shaendra in the lead was not going to be stopped by some puny wall of fire. They charged the High Elven Spearmen, not paying any attention to the three of them who caught fire. With a bloodthirsty roar they lashed out at the Spearmen with swords and daggers. Four spearmen fell before them before they could get up their spears and defend themselves. Shaendra saw the last of her proud Witch Elves fall, finding herself standing alone in front of the Spearmen. She let out a high pitched roar of anger and sadness while fending off the spears.
Tamarra gazed past the Eagle in front of her when she heard Shaendra’s mourning cry, seeing Shaendra fending off spears all alone. The last of her war host was gone. She lashed out at the Eagle, wounding it slightly and signalled to the Knight to follow her. She pushed her spurs into the Cold One’s ribs and sped past the eagle and over the battlefield, towards Shaendra. Shouting out a command to the Knight she weeled slightly to be able to pass by Shaendra close enough to drag her up behind her on her Cold One. The Knight weeled towards the Spearmen and passed right between them and their victim, shielding Shaendra long enough for her to jump up behind Tamarra. When Shaendra was safe on the back of the Cold One they sped off in the direction where their slave galley was waiting for them. Before leaving the battlefield Tamarra halted her Cold One and looked back towards the High Elven army and raised her sword high above her head so it glinted in the sun. Gathering all the air she could muster she shouted out to the cheering elves. ”This is not over yet!”
Aftermath
His vision was blurred, but he knew his brother’s face when he saw it. “Celian?” he asked. “What hit me, a battering ram?” Celian kneeled by his brother’s body. He was going to recover, but his wounds were severe. “It was magic brother.” Celian answered.
“Powerful magic. It was from her gauntlet. I’ve never seen anything like it before, you’re lucky to be alive.” Celerioth groaned and sat up with the help of his brother. “What about the Tower?” he asked.
“It still stands, the battle was a solid victory. The dragon princes ran into the same magic as you, but was not as lucky. I’m sorry. The silverhelms we borrowed from the Tower were also slain. Besides that, only a few casulties here and there. The troops did great, even after you fell.”
Celerioth nodded. “Gather them up for me, I will talk to them tonight. They did well. And Celian...”
“Yes?”
“You really didn’t need to show off so much.”
The brothers smiled.
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