Kovit was in a dilemma. Here, in the middle of the battlefield, he was riding on the crazy Pablo. The elephant went nuts and attacked the enemies in one scoop and pushed them.
At Kovit's peripheral vision, he saw the merfolks that were supposed to be under the water join the fight. However, he couldn't make out whether they were on his team or the other.
Their action was too bizarre and random. They attacked both enemies and their allies. From that, the merfolks remained neutral even inside the battlefield. Whatever it was, Kovit benefited from it a lot.
ROAR!
GROWL!
KEEEEGH!
From afar, the three high-tier stans came rushing toward him with the utmost speed. Those pair of eyes were looking at him as if he was the first prize of the mini-competition they created and he felt the chill down to his core.
"Commanders!" He called forth his five commanders.
