"Damn you." The reason today had been harder than the first kill event was that back then, he had been on the attack. Now he was on the defense. Not being able to use flame cans had also been fatal.
"I need a good plan." He sat on the floor and stroked the panting Lupo. Even the beetles lay on their backs, looking quite tired. After all, handing him arrows and sorting weapons had been hard work.
"You worked hard today. Go in and rest." But as his kin went inside, the beetle leader stayed and began drawing on the ground with a branch. What he drew was a giant crossbow, a ballista. It was not portable at all, with a stand attached to it. And the bolt he drew was almost the size of Jude's forearm.
This could be a sure solution, but...
"Can you really make it?" The beetle leader nodded.
Could these guys have been blacksmiths in a past life?
