"Thirty-seven, we're they underestimating us?" Braschiold said.
All of them woke up to meet thirty-seven men in black clothing tied to the wooden stake in the centre of their camping area.
"But where is Master Jon?" He said. The other generals looked around, just then Jon came out with Jerry, his skin was so white and pale and slowly dissolving cones of ice could be seen on his hair and lips, his hair was damp and he wouldn't stop shivering.
"Assemble a meeting, there'll be attacking us anytime from now" Jon said.
He then stopped suddenly.
"Is something wrong Master Jon?" Braschiold asked.
Arnette ran outside,
"Everyone take cover!!"
~pssssseeeewww~
The next second, flame arrows filled the sky and began to pour upon them.
"O high goddess, shield me with thy light!" Roldon shouted, smacking the his staff on the ground as once a blue light shield covered all of the camp ground.
