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War and Famine in the Green [Horsemen]
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They trailed their targets by about a half mile.

“Are you sure we’re on the right path?” The Spartan inquired as the pair slowly trudged through the gradually thickening forest. Ever since leaving behind the gate, they’d encountered nothing but more and more trees.

Shang Tsung nodded. “I can smell them,” he muttered as he pointed to his nose, prompting the Spartan to throw his head back and laugh.

When he was done, the ancient warrior shook his head. “And you call me crazy.”

The sorcerer left out the part where he could sense the souls from the life forms they were pursuing. As with many other things, it was probably better that the two had at least some secrets. So the pair pressed onward, their pace speeding up as they tried to close the distance between themselves and their intended quarry.

After another thirty minutes of half-running, they pulled within twenty yards of the band of humanoid creatures. Pressing through to the edge of the trees, Shang held a hand back to stop Atelos, who slipped up next to him and stared down the little ravine in front of them. For a solid forty yards, there were no trees, with the terrain sloping downward to a little stream about five yards wide. With their current vantage point, they could spot about five green-skinned men dragging a large burlap sack. At the present moment, they seemed to be discussing the best way to get across the stream, but their language wasn’t something that Shang could understand, despite how loudly they spoke.

“What’s our move?” Atelos asked as he reached for a bronze sword at his side.

Shang held out a hand and summoned a flaming skull that rotated gently above his palm. With a grin, he looked over at his Grecian companion. “You know what our move is.”

The Spartan smirked as he took another look over the terrain between them and the green men. “Give me ten yards and then release the artillery.”

“Got it,” the sorcerer replied as he summoned another projectile and watched as the muscular, armor-clad Spartan somewhat nimbly descended the slope in front of them.
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