Very tall, powerfully built warriors stood all around the edges of the encampment. Metal-clad groundmobiles heavy with artillery looked ominous parked along the northern boundary. Tara spotted two towers constructed from wood with ladders rising to a platform where more warriors were posted. At least three large circles of tents were assembled in the level section of a grassy meadow. Each tent stood well over six-foot tall and blocked her view of the rest of the camp as they rode nearer. Soldiers ceased their target practice or slinging large hammers that drove stakes as tall as she was into the ground, to stare at the two Runners. Did all these men know she was claimed to their lord? Did they know she was the reason the Runners were here to fight alongside them? If they weren’t victorious, Runners and Gothman would not only despise each other worse than before, they would hate her. Tara would only focus on victory. Darius pulled his bike alongside a tent larger than the rest and parked.
