been gone a while, as Grammi had said. He knew, somehow, and just as surely as
he knew his name, that things were happening. Theyd have to, to make the future
theyd been able to see. Big changes. But when? What would greet them upon their
return to their proper time?...Present,
Battlefield of GummadoonUrsa had just enough time to confirm
that the gash across Grittis face hadnt taken his one remaining eye before she
snarled and launched herselfat his challenger. She saw yet another gummi fall under
their foes forces. Many wounded gummies, and less of their attackers.
Strangely, no ogres lay on the battlefield, nor were they visible fighting.
Whered they go? Didnt matter, as Ursa picked a new target. Too many of those
left. It was simply that the Gummadoon and Dunwynian knights, the New Gumbrean
enterage, and the commonfolk didnt have the training, the experience, or the
heart of a Barbic warrior. It was up to Barbics to end this battle.Quickly dispatching her current threat, Ursa
made a grand decision. Why go after such peons? They werent the heart of the
problem. Her focus becamethe lead of the threat, the head of the dragon, the heart
of hate. Charging like the blackest kuson-pi, Ursa plunged on,...