"No. A rumor started about a dragon after the surviving assassins returned," commented the elder. "But we do have to watch out for that gorilla they mentioned. I heard he ripped apart low-perennials like paper.
"But that's why we have our own perennials. As elders and adepts, we fight mortals. Leave the beasts to the perennials. So stop worrying, and get ready to load my second shot. I don't want to waste a single second."
Both elders clammed up and nodded, feeling slightly better. The elders also glanced at the nearest commanding officer, the man giving orders to all ballistae.
