Chapter 20 - Decisions (1/2)
The men went around securing what they could and doing preparations for any possible reinforcements incoming, setting traps and such while clearing the bodies from view.
Theoric went to retrieve his sword that was still stuck in the body of the troll while reflecting on his fight, he was still too weak at using his new powers.
The strain was hindering him in fights if he fought with only the sword with physical strength alone, he could have wiped them out so much faster.
Suddenly he heard yelling ”Watch out, we still have a live one over here, what are your orders Captain?”
Theoric looked over to see the men wrestling with the troll knocked out that just woke up.
Vott- ”Just kill him, no point in taking a prisoner from these types, they are at the bottom tier of trolls, I don't think they can even speak if they want to, consider them mindless cannon fodder.”
”Understood.” the man replied as they pulled their weapons out to finish him.
Vott looking at the troll closer, looked back to Theoric- ”Isn't that the troll you were sitting on?”
Theoric looked away from him mumbling- ”I didn't know there were different types and that these couldn't talk.”
Vott- ”Ai, pay attention, these types are the scourage of this world, the bottom tier pushed out to the fringes,
there are more intelligent ones who live in cities and such, they will be better armed and better trained, though still lacking when compared to other species, it'll still be difficult when they come in high numbers.”
Theoric- ”So what now, we've been beaten up, wounded and lost a few, if we aren't going to receive any help from the main force, I don't see us doing much more except dying.”
Vott- ”We'll stay here and hold for as long as we can and report when the main force arrives.”
A man just came running over, ”Sir, report, their reinforcements have arrived and is heading this way, unable to tell actual size due to obstructions from the terrain, but I'd say well over 500.”
Theoric and Vott headed to the walls to watch the incoming army, the numbers grew as more came into view, close to a thousand now.
Theoric- ”They sent a battalion, I suggest we set whatever traps we can and leave.” usually Asgardians don't use such tactics, but this group has learned to adjust given their harsh situation, adapting strategies others would frown upon so they could survive.
Vott hesitated though because he knew Herlu was looking for an excuse to end him.
Theoric noticing this smacked him on the back- ”Vott, we need to leave, this will lead to nothing but death, not to mention I'm still tired from the last battle.”
Vott snapping out of it looked at him with black lines on his head- ”Who's fault was that no one told you to go run off on your own... (turning to face the men who waited below) ... Set whatever traps or mines or whatever you have left and then retreat to our wounded.” he ordered.