Gate

"So, its final; we will follow a ten-eleven formula," I said, and Grimm nodded foully; we had negotiated for about twenty minutes with a lot of threatening and cursing before agreeing with the formula.

The bastard wanted to send an equal number of people, which would have benefitted it immensely because, in the end, they would have more people remaining, who would have easily killed the last of humans with their greater number.

While we are negotiating, more people have come, four humans taking our numbers to twenty-seven and five Grimms, taking their number to thirty-two.

Even now, things are not really in our favor; the Grimms will still have more numbers than us at the end, but at least those numbers would be managed.

"Let's decide on the order," I said to the humans and immediately got the reaction.