"Holy shit, there's such a good thing? Hurry and send the Cyclops over and let the NPCs help us hold off the monsters!"
...
Meanwhile, Sitan and Sharuba, two Legion commanders who had forsaken their human identities, had readied all the combat forces of the tribe.
These Green Skins, exuding a ridiculous aura that could make one's stomach churn, were not without flaws; their bodies were too large to find proper gear, and many used primitive weapons.
"Tie a wood stick and a chunk of iron together, you idiot! Like this!" Sitan snatched a stick from one of the Green Skins and, under the furious gaze of what seemed like an enraged chimpanzee, picked up a barnacle-encrusted, rusty anchor and tied it sticky to the stick with a rope.
Two inconspicuous items immediately transformed into a handy weapon capable of smashing a horse into mud, not pretty, but wild enough, and his aesthetic had started to turn wild as well.
