Demonic Host Sighted
"I'm telling you, using those clothes will remove all the benefits of our military suits!" Martin exclaimed, even going as far as to raise his fist to slam it down on the table… Only for the slam to never come to be as the man slowly lowered his fist along with his exhale.
Everything in the command carriage was a makeshift construction, from the walls, through the benches all the way to the big table that occupied nearly the entirety of the enclosed insides.
For the purposes it was constructed, though, it was good enough.
"Those camo suits are only making you stand out all the more," Leo countered, trying not to let his annoyance show on his face.
As great as the outfits worn by Martin and his men would be out in some sort of forest or plain, they had already lost half of their effectiveness on the demonic side of the continent, where vegetation tended to be more brownish than green.
But that wasn't even the problem.