The execution ground.
"Warriors, take your stance!"
The king ordered as he retreated, himself and his chiefs fighting their way to their carriages which would take them to the palace which wasn't more than half a mile away.
"Flee for your lives."
One of the men amongst the crowd called and each man began to seek a place of refuge, scrambling about like threatened elves.
"What are we going to do now?"
That was the leader of the group, calling at the Professor as soon as the warriors walked past and were walking towards the creatures who were advancing.
"Just observe."
The Professor looked towards the leader, the same peace he had always worn, was seated in his face. Twas hard to tell whether or not he was feigning it.
