The Grey Wolf tribe only had twelve members remaining plus the chieftain and the shaman. Ragh'Ash had to think carefully about their strategy. Albeit lesser demons, their enemies were still demons.
Of the twelve orcs, four were just kids. Their bodies had yet to become capable of enduring the blessing of the holy crystal. The shaman decided to keep them close to her, so in case of an emergency, she could turn them into living bombs and get rid of the tribe's enemies.
'As long as the tribe has women, we can always have more children.' Ragh'Ash thought. 'The only things that matter to our survival are the holy crystal and breaking the curse. Everyone else is disposable.'
The shaman used the crystal once again. This time she didn't panic. Ragh'Ash took her time in assessing the enemy's strength and position while using her knowledge of the territory to come up with a battle plan.
