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"Watch the tail!" Snarl, bash. The gates were open, and had promptly been blocked up by oversized shields and cheering Meatheads with lengthy pointy sticks; long refined branches with a sharp point on the top. The gleaming ends of them struck in my direction whenever I ran at the obstacle, desperate to get out of this place. A pointy stick managed a lucky stab at my paw as I charged at the wall. Snarling, I put up the fight of my life, as usual. There's nothing else you can do, you have to fight back so they can't force you into a corner and get their filthy paws on you, they had only managed twice. No more. "Careful! Stupid uses wings like

Freedom. The light was blinding, the view of the landscapes below was stunning, the sight clear all the way to the horizon across the great sea. Soaring through the winds, I was free… The hot wind current in the air suggested it is the warmer times of the season, no traces of the frozen cold, yet anyway. The weather can change fast over these cursed regions. Time and time again I cast a glimpse back to the Meathead prison, the mountain becoming smaller and smaller back there. Thick smoke coming from its many entrenches as the battle had spread out throughout the prison. I haven't seen any fellow Brethren yet escaping with the winds, I