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Mathuin’s cannon ground dry and he paused to pop out the ammo drum and slap in a fresh one from the heavy pouches around his waist. Nayl bent in the shadows and reloaded his pistol quickly, expertly. He looked up and stared out into the torrential rain. Out there, in the dark of the storm and the swiftly falling night, he counted at least nine muzzle flashes barking their way.