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In the still night, the distant trampling of the Symbiot cavalry drew gradually nearer. Through her macrobinoculars, Harper observed the beasts as they progressed steadily north across the east delta, farther and farther up the coast toward the eastern mouth of the ravine nestled in the delta's valley. In moments the Symbiots would reach the canyon's entrance and head down the ravine into their trap. The air was tense with anticipation.
Soldiers looked on into the darkness with stoic conviction, swords and shields grasped tightly in readiness. Marksmen trained their sights on the ground below, zeroing in their focus. Theurgists prepared themselves with prayers and meditations.
Lieutenant Eduardo's Scryers monitored the east delta remotely with their farsight powers, casting their vision into the distant areas obstructed by the canyon's peaks. From her position on the southern ridge of the ravine, Eduardo could see nothing but starlit darkness across the canyon. She and her sergeant relied on the Scryers for surveillance.
"Enemy in sight." came the periodic report from one of the Scryers over Eduardo's squawker.
"Nearing the ravine."
Moments passed by in silence as the lieutenant and her sergeant listened.
. . .
"Two hundred meters and closing."
All was still now as the unit waited. Everything was riding on this moment.
. . .
"One hundred meters."
Seconds ticked by and tensions mounted...
. . .
Then suddenly --
"Enemy is...passing..." The Scryer's tone was perplexed and disquieted.
"Proceeding north...passing the ravine..." The tone grew more and more concerned.
Lieutenant Eduardo's sergeant looked across at her warily as they each heard the report over their squawkers.
. . .
"Enemy has passed the ravine, moving north along the coast. Exiting the delta..."
The lieutenant's sergeant shifted uneasily as he looked to her.
Now what? his eyes seemed to ask...