"Legendary!"
The Ratfolk Priest shrieked and fled to the edge of the Magic Shield.
Warriors had been a step below mages since their apprentice days. Only upon reaching the Legendary rank could they stand toe-to-toe with them.
A Legendary Warrior's life had already transcended humanity. With a constitution like a Dragon's, he could bathe in lava, bask in Dragon Breath, and easily live for centuries.
Not one of the Ratfolk killed by Grand Marshal Garkin had an intact corpse. They had never seen Cat and Mouse, so they found nothing funny about it. All they felt was profound terror.
Realizing they could not help the grand marshal and might even hold him back, the cavalry who had followed him over the City Wall turned their attention to the surrounding Ratfolk.
The Ratfolk outside were endless, but those inside the Magic Shield outnumbered them by only a dozen or so to one...
Garkin swung his Warhammer, flattening the Champion Rats around him one by one, then rallied every soldier for a countercharge into the Rat Tide.
The glow of blessing magic flashed over them. With Grand Marshal Garkin at their head, the soldiers defending the pass became a sharp arrowhead. They drove deep into the Rat Tide, shattered the Elite Rats' armor and the Brute Rats' bones, and reached the Grayfur Rat Priest.
"Hiss... Surrender, human scum. You cowards... cannot stop the Holy Race!"
"Oh."
Covered in the Ratfolk's foul blood, Grand Marshal Garkin reached out and seized the Grayfur Rat Priest's head in full view of the others. He shoved it down into his chest.
The Ratfolk beyond the Magic Shield in front of Grand Marshal Garkin suddenly parted. Several Grayfur Rat Priests emerged from behind them, glaring at him.
The Grayfur Rat Priest at their head leaned on a