Tad Prickly Today

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We'd nearly bridged the gap between us when they started sprinting. For a moment, I believed they'd halt and get into a defensive stance, waiting for our move, just like we had when they came at us. In hindsight, that might've been wiser. They were armed with spears, and a steady stance with those weapons could have made things difficult for us.

However, their strategy was different—they charged straight toward us, perhaps thinking we might get cold feet and retreat. It wasn't the best tactical decision, but it made sense emotionally. To be honest, the sight of them heading our way frightened me to my core, a fear slightly soothed by recalling the adrenaline rush of ascending a hill in charge.