"Sir, let me join them—I'll send my team to support the defense!" Sergeant Vorlax urged, gesturing to his men as the rumbling of the orc horde intensified.
But Emery met his determination with a firm shake of his head.
"Your mission is the cargo. Guard the sand boat. That's your priority."
Though Emery's tone was calm, his vigilance was unwavering. His divine sense extended across the battlefield, monitoring each acolyte's position and every shift in their situation, ready to step in if any faced a mortal threat.
"More approaching from the west!" Emery relayed and Hardy responded instantly, directing a handful of acolytes to fortify the western line, positioning them with precision to block the orcs' path.
"Hold steady! Keep your positions!" Hardy rallying his team while shooting multiple shots from his blaster, killing any incoming orcs. "Fight, fight, fight!" he roared, his words fueling their spirits.
