Svalin was breathing heavy and sweat matted her hair under her helm. Her armor was bloodstained, but none of it was hers. She had stayed atop the battlements, but some enemy forces had managed to find their way up there.
The battle was over, but other duties were just beginning. She ordered troops to dispose of the corpses of the enemy and to see to their own dead and wounded.
Then she went to check on her siblings, looking for her brother first.
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