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Four bulldozers now sat idle while their Berserker drivers and occupants chased after the Valkyries, weaving in and out between the young saplings.
Managarm cursed under his breath as the bulldozer he was riding in pushed past them. “Useless bloody fools!” He rummaged through his bag of blood-stained runes.
David continued driving forward, plowing down the saplings in their path. He threw the control levers wildly when he saw the circle of Vikings closing in around them. “They’re coming from everywhere!”
Managarm narrowed his eyes as he took in the scene, then grunted. “No matter,” he said more to himself than to David. “Let them distract themselves with the Berserkers. Let them run themselves ragged and believe they are close to victory.” I still have Fenrir.
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