Several burly Beamon silently surfaced from the water, appearing where the Heavy Scythe-wielders should have been - in the middle of the hollow formation. Their Super Giant Axes glistened and dazzled in the shimmering river water. Their expressions were cool and composed, undisturbed by the water rolling down their foreheads.
They were Hippopotamus Beamons!
Those among the mercenaries who had knowledge cried hoarsely in despair with their voices nearly broken.
The mercenaries nearby noticed a detail. The strongest Hippopotamus Beamon at the front spit out a complete shrimp shell from its mouth. The shrimp's antennae were still twitching, but the flesh on its tail had been sucked clean.
"It would taste even better with some wine." This Hippopotamus Beamon muttered in less than fluent Common Human Language, sniffing with its enormous and terrifying nostrils.
