"Damn, they really found us!" Bard roared, his longbow whistling in his hands. As one of the few master archers among men, his archery was no worse than that of the elves.
Whoosh! He fired an arrow at a troll's eye, but the troll raised a hand to block it. The arrow sank several inches into its broad palm before being stopped by flesh and hide.
"Roar!" The troll howled in pain and swung its arms, smashing aside the chevaux-de-frise and fencing.
"Form up!" Officers' roars rose one after another.
"Ha!" At that moment, the Lagrange City Guards displayed why they were the pinnacle of Lagrange City's defenses. With discipline carved into their bones, they were the first force to reorganize into formation. While the other soldiers were still in chaos, they marched in neat steps into the open ground between the camp and the fences, raising their spears into ranks.
"Roar!" After smashing through the barricades and crossing the trench, more than a dozen trolls found themselves crashing headlong into a neatly arrayed spear formation.
"Roar, roar, roar!" The trolls opened their foul-smelling mouths, strands of rotten meat still hanging from their yellowed teeth. Their brains were far too small to support deep thought; they could only tell that the things before them were prickly food. To them, food was a signal to attack!
Under the night sky, the trolls charged the neatly formed Lagrange City Guards, waving crude clubs in their hands. Clearly, the cold gleam of the spears had failed to provide the necessary deterrence.
"Do they even know what they're doing?" The officers commanding the middle ranks exchanged looks. Not even a Knight Order in proper formation would charge a warrior phalanx that had already formed up. The attack power of a forest of spears was