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Two Vallas still wandered around the city destroying everything in their path. WIll was unconscious from exhaustion. Who would fight the other 2 Vallas? Will pondered these questions in his mind, but then he knew that the others would kill the other Vallas or die trying.
On the other side of the city Horace was standing in the way of the blue Valla. He refused to lose, for the sake of the world. The blue Valla towered over him by about 4 feet. It raised its hand and pulled out a massive blue battle ax and prepared to fight. The Valla swung at Horace but missed by a few feet. The street cracked where the Ax had hit. Horace swung his sword and cut the Valla on the arm. The Valla didn't seem to feel the damage. Horace slashed again and succeeded in cutting the other arm. The Valla picked up Horace and threw him on top of the building and then climbed up there himself. It raised its massive ax to deliver the final swing to finish Horace. Right before it swung, Erak the Oberjarl leaped at the Valla and brought his ax down on its head, finishing Valla number 2.
"Horace get up! The last Valla is at the castle gates trying to claim it as his own, Halt is the only thing stopping him. HURRY!"
When they arrived at the gates Halt was collapsed on the ground and the final Valla was walking inside.
It turned around around and began to speak.
"Oberjarl Erak, so glad you could make it."
It raised its hand and Erak flew into it.
"You ready to be a prisoner?"
He grabbed Halt and threw him into a cage with Erak, then walked inside. Will ran up to Horace and pulled out his bow.
"You ready for this?" Will asked.
Horace nodded.
"Lets go storm this castle!"
