Regression
A fuming corpse lay before Lieutenant Dyester. Its fur had burned, turning into foul smoke, and its charred skin still released sizzling noises. He had long since gotten used to that stench, but his grim expression never failed to appear.
Lieutenant Dyester ignored the corpse and looked to his left. Some Scalqa were still dealing with the dog-like monsters, wielding weapons, chaos-enhanced spears, or using their bare hands. A few injuries crossed his vision, but nothing serious. Also, the pack was basically wiped out. Only a few creatures separated the army from another victory.
Then, Lieutenant Dyester glanced to his right. More Scalqa appeared in his vision, but he focused on the smaller human figures. The kids were doing alright, without a single wound on their bodies. They looked exhausted but fine, mainly due to the calm, evolved warrior behind them.