"They're coming, General," his attendant told him. The man's voice was steady. He didn't seem to believe in the fact that they could lose. Varn knew better. The little one amongst them had taught him differently. It wasn't just the strength of a monster that the two of them had – they had unknown skills to go along with it. Still, Varn did not know what the trick behind the smaller monster's apparent invisibility had been.
Now he saw the same creature disappear again. They were in the middle of the last row of men. The larger one had snatched a shield for himself off one of the King's men. He must have been far more content fighting like that, for he was a veritable choir of bellows. He could hardly stop crying out challenges, as he tossed around mortal men as if they were nothing more than especially heavy bags of flourr.
