General Katrina Orwell stood at the forefront of the Northern wall overseeing the clearing of the battlefield. Her brow was furrowed and her eyes narrowed as she took stock of the current situation.
"Tsk!" Upon seeing something in the distance she couldn't help but loudly click her tongue.
"How's it looking Kat?" General Jessica Tunray who still had a black eye from their earlier spat asked. She stood to Katrina's left looking no less serious.
"Bad, even with your extra embellishments Vash shows no sign of retreating. You managed to wipe out a significant fraction of their forces and even deprived them of two generals yet still they persist. Though they've retreated back several hundred metres they're still somewhat united." The more she talked the more furrowed her brow became.
