Aito jumped down from his camp's wall onto the ground, taking care to avoid falling into the trench he had built, then rapidly made for the first line of defense, the Deep Ditch he called it.
Meanwhile, horrific howls grew louder as they approached his position. Stationed at the passageway between the forest and his camp, a small bridge that granted access to the glade, Aito waited for the first sign of berserkers.
His plan was simple, keep them from surrounding him for a while using the Deep Ditch. There was no way they could jump the Deep Ditch to reach him. It was too wide and… well, too deep.
The only way to him was the bridge.
From what he had heard, berserkers were almost brainless monstrosities whose thoughts were reduced to their basic instincts.
However, he figured that even idiots would understand it was pointless to waste their lives getting impaled at the bottom of a chasm-like defensive trench.
