Krax ripped his greataxe out of a shattered breastplate. He reached down into the dust and grabbed the surviving captain by the throat, hauling him out of the impact crater. The man dangled in the air, his armor dented and smoking from the gravity shockwave.
Novus jumped down from the wall, his shield cooling rapidly. He kicked a broken siege ladder away and approached the prisoner. "You tracked us fast."
"We were already marching," the captain choked out, clawing at Krax's thick fingers. "The capital ordered a sweep. They told us to hunt down the Aethelgard forces hiding along the border. We found the tracks and followed them here."
Hawl blurred into visibility near the edge of the crater. He wiped stone dust from his gauntlets. He knelt beside a crushed soldier and pulled a folded parchment from the man's coat. Hawl walked over and tossed the bloodstained paper to Krax.
