*Stab stab stab*
Bodies of Badgers going down in numbers, trouble striking veins stood out on the head of Jazzra...
Screams of injured soldiers and Badgers were everywhere...
"Protect the Queen."
*Stab*
"Protect the Queen."
*Thud*
"Protect the...." the chief guard couldn't complete his statement before realizing he was a lone soldier...
He had been so engraved in the heat of battle that he failed to see the enemy moving against his camp...
*Smiling devilishly*
"Oh! He finally decided to take a break, so sad...now is our turn to ravage him to shreds."
After killing all the soldiers with the chief guard, Jazzra and his remaining two hundred warriors of Badgers assembled for a last move against the chief guard..., "we have to attack as a unit, he's too strong for anyone to make a move alone.."
