"Right…" Beam murmured, watching the Vice-Captain go. The soldiers were well on their way with their supplies. Beam glanced at the half-eaten tray of food that Tolsey had brought for him, set upon a barrel before the Vice-Captain had dashed away. "I suppose there isn't much time for that."
The enemies were streaming from the trees. The Half-Titan led them, like some kind of demonic general. Three Gorebeasts slinked behind it, and behind them, there were two parties of Horned Goblins.
The Half-Titan made a noise that sounded halfway between a growl and a cough, and the three Gorebeasts tilted their heads as though listening. And then they walked their way to the front, taking the front line.
The Horned Goblins chattered noisily behind the general, their movements as erratic as always, as though they'd drunk half a barrel of purple coffee. Yet, they were silenced by a growl from the Half-Titan.