Chaos. Curt.
"Let's retreat."
One of the men called but the echoes made by fear and terror swallowed the voice. The members of the group were scrambling about like blind bats. Few of them already suffered Burns and scars from the tongue of the flames. Yet, more torches, fire lit on the top of a chiseled wood, kept coming.
But then, the need to stay alive was met by the need to be rogue. The need of the ape to be rogue. The ape had been growling and pounding the earth and chest at intervals. Probably thinking of the right thing to do. But at that moment, it seemed like it'd gotten a hold on it.
The ape hurried to the border of Curt and crushed the fence with great blows and swinging of its huge arms. Many of the recently known warriors behind the wooden fences were knocked out by the force. And the rest began to retreat.
"Mangani! Mangani! The gods cursed us! Mangani in Curt."
