It was utter chaos, at least for the enemy's side. But that's what happens when you're an arrogant fairy who doesn't prepare for the unexpected.
I sensed a shade of my former captain, Rosalind Roselle, in the two-thousand-man pixie commander, who, as he watched invading forces break through the meager defenses he'd placed behind himself, looked like he was turning paler and paler by the minute.
Behind me, Edo and Shanks had caused a storm of hurt on the fairy soldiers who just couldn't manage to stop their unstoppable onslaught.
I heard the smashing of bones which I knew instinctively was caused by the slamming of Shanks' war hammer. I also heard the familiar whirring sound—like that of a helicopter's blades coming to life—and I knew without a doubt that Edo was twirling his glaive around, something he loved to do when steeped in enemies.
