*Munch, much, much*
"Any other brave souls amounts your ranks. If so tell me now as I am starting to get full. I just want to know if I need to call my father over to join me for breakfast."
*Clang*
*Clang*
After the thirteenth shadow mist elf soldier that rushed Elric became crispy fried elf in ring mail, the ones that had yet to lay down their arms as commanded did so with much haste. Seeing their comrades be eaten alive or burn to a crisp before being eaten completely broke any remaining will to fight. The dolls started to bring over sections of roap from the now landed Odin. It had landed behind them further cutting of any chance at excape that they had. Three dozen of The Empire of Kerseye's knights set about the task of binding the hands of the two hundred and twenty eight still living shadow mist elves.