The trembling Zharun warrior scrambled backward on his elbows, kicking up loose dirt as he stared up at the two imposing figures blocking the ruined gate.
"P-Please... I told you everything! Spare me—"
CRACK.
Veylara didn't even look down. The butt of her golden spear snapped forward with casual, but accurate precision, striking the side of the man's skull and knocking him into instant, limp unconsciousness.
Raising her left hand toward the ridge, Veylara signaled the force waiting above.
Commander Thauren saw Veylara's raised hand. Without any delay the hundred Veynar elite warriors descended from the slope like a disciplined wave, spreading out along the perimeter in tight, disciplined kill-squads.
Kira, Zeyra, and High Shaman Zephyra flanked the vanguard, their weapons drawn, their eyes scanning the plumes of greasy smoke billowing from the houses.
