[You know, you think after all of the wars and battles we've been through, that this would be easier to visually digest...] I complained to my fellow kaijin. [But it's still gross to look at.]
When the others and I had arrived to battle in the past, it was always near the beginning.
This allowed us to intervene early and make sure the battle followed a rhythm that we wanted.
Which, as the maestro would prefer, zero friendly casualties and maximum enemy annihilation.
Unfortunately, we didn't get a chance to change the production to our favor this time around.
As Nepherage went to go and fight the lindwurm, and Frosttusk went to assist the Zhen Clan in dealing with the enemy warriors, I kept my eyes locked squarely on the back of the young man who had no business being this deep in a battlefield was decorated with the bodies of enemy and ally alike.
Well, at least not recklessly like this.
