After about an hour, the screams of the bandits could no longer be heard. There was a definite silence that fell upon the area as Kale listened for anything to stir. Once he was satisfied that no other sounds were coming, he called back his six little soldiers to the cart, knowing that they would most likely be covered from head to toe in all the body fluids of the dead bandits.
Kale the Slaver: "Alright, Rim, Ram, Red, Gold, Crimson, and Royal, get back to me now. You did well, it is time to go."
Squire: "Master Kale, we need to clear these rocks out of the way. How are we going to manage that?"
Kale the Slaver: "Have you guys not mastered your own transformation magic yet? Boost your damn selves up to at least eighty percent so we can get this moved. I know for a fact that you guys have trained enough to at least maintain that size of transformation. I am not moving these things myself."
Squire: "Yes Sir."
