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You test the weight. Heavy. Unwieldy. Of course it is. You thought this thing dispels magic!

“It does,” Modd nods with a few dull creaks, “But it goes ‘boom’ too.” Slapping your shoulder with his mud-covered gauntlet, you can tell the Mox is grinning at you beneath his mask. “Tuz-”

You know, you groan as you tap your forehead against his, if you can’t make it back, you’ll make it count. Another slap on the shoulder.

“They’ll be spinnin’ ballads about us, brother,” He states with a muffled laugh, “We’ll never go to bed alone again after this!”

Quit thinking about bedfellows and start thinking about covering my ass, you retort with a wry grin! Zaan, you grunt, we clear?

Your quiet comrade stands silently for a moment. “... Aye, now or never, brothers.”

Falling in behind Zaan, you and Modd descend the hill battered by wind, rain, and the quaking footsteps of the elemental giants lumbering across the battlefield.

“Conjurer’s Camp can’t be too far from the front,” Zaan mutters, calculating every step he takes, “Set off the bomb there, ta-ta to the titans.”

“We should hug this ridge,” Modd suggests, swearing as he stumbles, “Won’t see much resistance if we’re cautious.”

“Or we cross to the other side,” Zaan grunts. “Get some footmen to cover us.”

It’s risky, you add, but what about the trenches? Both of your comrades answer your question with stares.

“That ain’t risky,” Modd scoffs, “It’s stupid. Even without the giants those trenches’ll be stuffed to the brim with constructs.”

So you’ll have cover, you shrug. Not to mention sniper support from the opposite hill.

“There’ll be resistance every path we take,” Sighs Zaan, “You’re the deliveryman, Tuz. Make the call.”

Where to?
>Hug your hill and stay out of sight!
>Grab some footmen across the way!
>Straight down the middle–trust the snipers!
>Write-In!