The rest of the group swiftly huddled together, using the carriages as cover.
The guards unsheathed their weapons, forming a disciplined defensive formation…
The ambushers, dozens in number, cursed their ill luck!
What kind of fortune was this? A successful ambush should have capitalized on catching their prey unawares. But now, due to this series of movements and commotions, even if the other party hadn't detected them, they must be on high alert, rendering the element of surprise obsolete.
"Attack!"
One can only imagine the shock and frustration coursing through the leader's veins. With a resounding battle cry, he brandished his gleaming machete and led the charge.
The others, similarly aggrieved and incensed, joined the chorus of war cries, drawing their weapons and charging forward.
"Charge!"
"Take them down!"
"Engage!"
