"So you think you can win with numbers, huh? Come up here if you've got the guts and let's see if you're all just a bunch of wimps!"
Several of the Beastman Barbarians guarding the gate roared with laughter.
More and more people from High Cliff Castle were drawn over by the commotion. The Centaurs on the perimeter gripped the nocks of their arrows and watched coldly. If the other side made the slightest move, an Arrow would pierce a skull from a hundred paces away in the next instant.
The soldiers' faces were pale and uncertain, their Adam's apples bobbing frantically. They felt like lambs to the slaughter, but lowering their weapons would make them look weak. An unspoken tension mounted.
"What are you doing? What the fuck are you all doing? Trying to start a rebellion?"
Just as the atmosphere reached a breaking point, a booming voice roared out before its owner had even arrived.
