"Edward! Edward! Wake up!" The familiar voice of his own commander, Wood, the one man that as close as a caring father, reached his ear.
Frigs slowly opened his eyes, his face looking toward the sky, seeing demon soldiers parachuting down toward the ground. Human soldiers in shiny armours looked up to them with weapons such as spears, swords and shields on their hands.
A desire to shout reached his mind when he saw a shiny end of a musket, but all he could let out was in a small volume, "Look up…"
With his eyebrows furrowed, Wood looked up and saw each of the demon soldiers having muskets in their hands, aiming toward the ground. Noticing it, he immediately shouted, "Thundersticks of the dwarves! Take cover!"
Not a second later, the loud sound could be heard, bullets flying everywhere from the muskets (or thundersticks). Wood raised his hand, forming a small shield as soldiers around him were shot down.
