"Assume your lines and then step back after throwing the lances. Use all your might and show those worms what you are made of? Give them the hell they wish for!"
After I said that, I raised my right arm, and the orcs assumed their lines. Although they had been pretty organized, that didn't make the demons feel threatened. Orcs had never been a true menace against them, after all.
Still, they soon regretted that when they got in range, and the orcs threw the spears. The flying demons tried to fly to the sides and avoid the projectiles, but they hit one another and stopped each other's movements. They didn't have a leader, so they were doing whatever they felt like it… the first wave of spears pierced and killed a bunch of them, but soon the riders arrived.
