Tessa frowned down at the body of their last kill of the day. The Frost Giant was a Commander, one of the many team leaders that they had killed that day, and unfortunately, identical in appearance to the others under the war paint.
Doug stepped up beside her, and turned the corpse's head to one side with his boot.
"It would have been better if they were different looking." He grumbled, agreeing with Tessa's silent complaint.
"Well, we can say for certain that they still have the means to summon more Frost Giants, and we now have a decent idea where they are coming from." Lotus added helpfully.
Karl checked a corpse for magical items before he joined the conversation. "And once we radio in for the evening, Command will know as well, but I'm not certain what they will be able to do about it. From the sound of things, this front is being withdrawn further every day, and the number of actual elites on the line is nearly nonexistent now.
