Erwin was not a rash man. His steady temperament was a major reason he had become a squad leader. He assessed their relative strength: if they launched a surprise attack, they could probably take down this Fishman without suffering any injuries.
The tower was not far from here. Theus had once given them a map marked with response times for each area. A banshee squad could reach this spot in three minutes at most.
Three minutes. Erwin licked his lips. He had seen those Banshees during his advanced classes. Once they arrived, they could deal with any number of Fishmen. Even if this one was merely a scout with a large force behind it, his squad only needed to hold out for three minutes.
Erwin made a few hand signals, and the patrol members gathered around him to discuss their plan in hushed voices.
The Fishman hid behind a reef and observed its surroundings quietly for a while before venturing forward. Its eyesight was poor, and the senses it relied on underwater were not particularly useful on land. Fortunately, its instincts were fairly sharp, allowing it to keep finding suitable hiding places. It had made it this far with a few scares but no real danger.
Suddenly, a pop sounded in the darkness, followed by a round object that came tumbling toward it.
The Fishman froze for a moment and warily tried to retreat, only for a piercing shriek to sound behind it.
It was a whistling arrow, something the patrol used to raise the alarm. After soaring into the sky, it began to burn, guiding the banshee squad toward them.
Three men stood behind the Fishman. One had fired the whistling arrow, while the other two had their bows aimed at it. By the time it realized something was