The first thing Turan thought of when seeing a dwarf directly was a mole.
Eyes half-crushed as if proving their blindness, sharply protruding nose and front teeth, sturdy muscular build covered in thick hair all over.
These ugly beings emerged from all directions, pointed the threatening magical devices they had seen in the illusion earlier at the Arabion army, and shouted.
Given that no magical power was felt in the holy relic's senses, they probably weren't real magical devices.
"Kill humans! Crush them-!"
["Crush theeeem!"]
Along with the dwarves' characteristic crushed pronunciation, there was a hissing sound of escaping air as countless metal fragments rained down on Arabion's army.
However, unlike the previous completely unexpected ambush, they had now experienced what this meant.
They each covered themselves with defensive magical devices or ducked for cover.
"Ugh!"
"Are you alright?"
"Not enough to die!"
