"Good job, everyone!" Castor shouted, praising his soldiers.
"URA!" The entire unit chanted in response, allowing their bloodlust to fade away through that shout.
'That was... weird,' Layn thought, focusing his eyes on the escaping enemies rather than joining in the victory celebration. 'Aren't we supposed to be in the depths of Slavian lands? Where did those people come from then? Bandits?' Layn's mind spurred into action, producing more and more possible scenarios that would explain the strange situation.
"But the fight isn't over yet," Castor announced, turning his head towards the bloodied ground where the battle took place. "Everyone, find the wounded and cater to their wounds. Separate our dead from those barbarians! This fight isn't over for as long as every wounded is taken care of!" Castor shouted his order, instantly dismissing the entire unit.
