When the female captain turned around, her flattering expression had turned into stern severity. She put her finger in her sexy mouth and blew a loud whistle, immediately calling back the mercenaries that were in a deadlock around the steps. Under the command of their squad leader, piles of weaponry were moved down from the carriages. They were all long-handled war glaives with reverse hooks. The mercenaries spread a green ointment on the glaives, a potent anesthetic.
The glaive-wielding mercenaries expertly lined up in a row and rushed towards the steps again. The whizzing sound of cutting through the air rang out intermittently, as the archers in the mercenary group started providing suppressive fire from below the steps. Since their opponents were massive warriors, all these archers used phosphorous rockets.
