"When the time comes, Colin, you'll charge forward with your Magic Greatsword, chop their Long Spears in half, and break their spear formation."
"I'd get skewered before I even had a chance to swing."
"We'll have Pointy-Ears follow right behind you. When you get hurt, she'll heal you with Divine Arts, just like with that Druid. Their Long Spears will be sprouting out of you, and hey, that still counts as breaking their spear formation!"
"Kase, I don't think that's... very wise."
"Next, Sheepy, you handle ranged support. Then we jump in and let the slaughter begin!"
"Why am I a part of this?"
And now, it was Kase's fantasy time.
After rushing along for several miles, the Half-Orc, who had been bottling it up the entire way, finally started rambling, completely absorbed in his fantasy of leading them into battle against the Hobgoblin army.
It felt like a bad omen, listening to the Half-Orc's suicide mission plans while on the move.
