"Quick, move to reinforce that hole on the left!"
"It's behind you! Duck immediately!"
"Aah, aah! Go away! GO AWAY YOU MONSTER!!"
"MY ARMS! IT GOT BOTH OF MY ARMS!!"
"When's the leader going to act?! We are dropping like flies here!"
"I don't want to die! Please! I don't want to die!!"
Screams and desperate cries filled the barren moon's surface. All valor had disappeared from the faces of the elites, replaced entirely by hopelessness and primal fear. It was a strange contrast, especially when compared to the scene prior to Lucius' arrival.
However, what was even stranger than this contrast was the scene of the battlefield.
What was previously an attacking formation surrounding a singular figure in its center had now changed to a circular formation, playing defense at the center.
