After a few minutes of silent shuffling, the group was in position. The puppets were at the front, lined up shoulder to shoulder under the control of the Spirit Animal. For those without large claws to use as a weapon, they had been given crude makeshift spears to make them more effective. Spears that were simply made up of sticks they had found lashed to the deer's antlers as a blade.
If only they had time to give them proper armour and shields, they could pass as roman soldiers that had clawed their way out of the grave, although they were still far too few members for a proper legion. Perhaps one day, but they'd have to survive this battle first.