"Pull back! I said pull back behind me!" Camille roared as the warriors looked at her. Their leaders nodded and they pulled back on the other end of the line. What the fuck was this woman thinking? There were seven thousand, against three people.
The odds were in their favor; anyone could see that, but they were earthlings against a bunch of crazed moon children whose lain mission was to put an end to them all. Moonchildren who hated them with all of their might.
There was a chance that they had known that the earthlings would come together to fight them, they clearly had better strategies. What kind of madness was this? How were they supposed to live in a peaceful world when the person who was supposed to help them wasn't even trying?
