Mertin squinted when he spotted the commander in the distance. With a half-smile, Mertin shouted, "Go, Eefran!"
"MOVE!"
With a bellowing howl, Eefran charged off to the side. Over three dozen wildebeests followed their clan chief at full speed onto the hillside. Any rock cluster in their path was demolished and trodden under their hooves.
"BASTARD!!" a wrathful voice cried out.
But no one dared stop that person's shouts. Rather, nearly one hundred more voices joined in, filled with that same, oozing rage.
"PRODSOOON!!!"
Every Thick-skinned Stallion screamed at the top of their lungs in seething rage. With venomous eyes, the stallions leered at the incoming, enemy commander.
