"Leader, our scouts ahead report at least two hundred hostiles, less than a kilometer away! Should we lay down some covering fire?" a subordinate asked breathlessly, running up to Mad Wolf.
"What's the rush? You think these shells are free? Wait until they're within three hundred meters, then fire. Tell them to hold!" Mad Wolf snapped. Only after the man left did Mad Wolf turn around, his heart in his throat. He looked at the two figures standing in the shadows behind him, his face slick with cold sweat. "Sirs… was that acceptable?"
"Well done. I will report this to the Nether King faithfully. The Nether King himself has said that out of everyone here, the grudge between you and him is not yet a fight to the death. So, we hope you'll seize this opportunity, Leader Mad Wolf."
