Alistar's bovine eyes bulged wide.
A few seconds later, he roared:
"Feilin! Look what you've done! So this is what you meant by fast!"
Inside the cockpit, Feilin was already scared witless.
He emerged sheepishly, his fluffy fox tail tucked between his legs and both ears drooping, at a complete loss.
"I... I didn't mean to..."
Elsewhere, the weapons training ground was just as lively.
A Werewolf instructor was teaching his Minotaur trainee to operate a tank's main gun.
"Gelu! See that biggest rock in the distance? Blow it to pieces for me!"
The Minotaur warrior firing the gun was named Gelu, and he pounded his chest excitedly.
"Roar! Watch me!"
He clumsily rotated the turret and lined the sights up in the direction of the target.
"Fire!"
Boom!
An artillery shell screamed out.
The shell missed the huge rock the instructor had designated and hit a large tree beside it instead.
Crack!
The century-old tree snapped and crashed to the ground.
"Roar!!"
Gelu paid no attention to any of that. He excitedly poked his head out of the gunner's position and roared at the sky.
"I hit it! I hit it!"
The instructor slapped him on the head.
"You big oaf, what are you roaring for? I told you to shoot the rock! Why did you shoot the tree?"
"Do you know how many houses we could build with that tree?"
Meanwhile, in the heavy weapons area, the Bearman Barton had completely fallen in love with the six-barreled Gatling after following the instructor's directions on how to use it.
All he had left to try was live fire.
Holding the Gatling, he pleaded relentlessly with an instructor.
"Instructor! Instructor! Let me try! Just once!"
Pestered beyond endurance, the warrior could only nod.
"Just one burst! These bullets are precious!"