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Shrill cries came from the street once more as Chaos's followers once again drove twisted monsters into view of the City Guards.
"Fifteen twisted beasts! More Chaotic Believers! They have pustules on them!" an elf seated by the second-floor window waved to his commander, "Let the twisted beasts come at us! We'll intercept those pustulous believers; if they breach the line, it'll be trouble!"
"But we can't beat the twisted beasts in close combat if they charge at us!" a Half-human screamed.
"We'll handle it!" a Gnome City Guard was attaching explosive tools to his belt: "My family's all on that side! I've got nothing left now! Let them come! Gnome flesh might be tender, but it'll take good teeth to chew!"
A human City Guard took a pile of explosive tools from his side and slotted them into his belt as well.
