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The final battle doesn't last long. The Swoop's guards carry the day with the considerable help of the King's Own, the angry villagers, X-23, the Lioness and the rest of her strange friends. Wounded and dying men are carefully lifted out from under downed Stormwings and carried inside. Prisoners are quickly put under guard. Warriors and villagers alike hold their noses at the stench.
"Shang," one man says to another, pointing first at Raph and X, then, hesitating slightly, at Jack. "Definitely."
(Apparently Max blends.)
"Not that one," Alanna clarifies as she walks by, jerking her head at Jack. "Pirate."
The men straighten up, tiredly lifting their swords in a salute. "But the others are Shang," the first warrior whispers when he thinks she's out of earshot.
Alanna snorts. If that's what they want to think, she'll let them. They are half right, and it's the easiest explanation. Much easier than anything she can offer Jack, she decides, coming up beside him. When she'd brought him through to Tortall the last thing she'd expected him to face was a cursed kraken.
"Jack," is all she says, pushing back sweaty hair with fingers that smear dirt across her forehead.
"Shang," one man says to another, pointing first at Raph and X, then, hesitating slightly, at Jack. "Definitely."
(Apparently Max blends.)
"Not that one," Alanna clarifies as she walks by, jerking her head at Jack. "Pirate."
The men straighten up, tiredly lifting their swords in a salute. "But the others are Shang," the first warrior whispers when he thinks she's out of earshot.
Alanna snorts. If that's what they want to think, she'll let them. They are half right, and it's the easiest explanation. Much easier than anything she can offer Jack, she decides, coming up beside him. When she'd brought him through to Tortall the last thing she'd expected him to face was a cursed kraken.
"Jack," is all she says, pushing back sweaty hair with fingers that smear dirt across her forehead.