"That's just their breeding machine," Malin said, looking at the giant mother rat and snapping his fingers.
Two dwarves with new fuel canisters ran over.
"Do you need us to burn it here?"
"No, drag it out into the sunlight; I want my citizens to watch this ugly thing being lit by their allies," Malin shook his head. "You find someone to drag it out."
"Leave it to us," the dwarves nodded, and then the flame soldiers gathered.
They approached the giant rat with the cover of their own kind.
"There are babies!" a dwarf shouted.
"Pick them off! Don't reason with the invaders!" The Great Craftsman's voice came through.
Malin shook his head at the sight of the rat-men scurrying toward a distant passage, "Tell our soldiers, we have to clean up this section of the sewers thoroughly, not a single rat can be spared."
"I will convey your orders precisely," the elven ambassador replied with pride on his face.
