The Ashenvale forces didn't usually hide in large groups, as that would draw too much attention, but they were numerous. Once the fighting began, the stragglers would likely gather, abandoning any pretense of stealth to use their numbers to overwhelm their opponents. At least, that was how Damian expected things to go. But something about the situation still nagged at him—like the monster they had encountered the day before. Its appearance didn't feel like a coincidence. And the reports of strange monster activities. Could the Ashenvale forces control the monsters?
Damian had to admit, these Ashenvale people, they really had unending supply in their bag of tricks. No wonder they were so eager to wage a war, they had too f*cking many advantages, and numbers to top it off. They could not imagine a scenario where they could lose at all.