"How is the situation, Mirko?" General Becker asked his friend Colonel Tiwana. The situation was dire since the horde was three days from the city, and Frant's army couldn't thin their numbers enough for the militaries to ensure nothing terrible would happen.
Becker and his men and women were discouraged. They employed massive amounts of resources, and people did decrease the thaids' numbers, but with each step they took, another thaid joined the massive horde. It was scary.
Tiwana shrugged helplessly as he stared into a cup of tea. "We are doing our best with what we have, but the thaids are almost in the city," he said in answer to the army general's question. He glanced at his men, sitting on benches or standing guard outside the tent; all looked exhausted but determined despite it being late afternoon. The general nodded grimly, understanding the gravity of the situation.