"We'll make our stand here." The eldest among them said, sweeping back his leafy cloak. "I've faced this enemy before. The battle will be long, and there will be casualties. But they needn't come from our side!" As the ragtag band of misfits gave a cheer, the eldest turned to survey the plain to the east. The enemy would come from there, likely using the tall grass as cover.
His grip tightened around the shortsword at his belt, his fingers pressing against the unfamiliar hilt.
"Those were brave words." The words were soft. Turning, the eldest gazed into faded green eyes.
"They needed them." The eldest replied, turning away from the woman. "They're not warriors." He felt a hand touch his shoulder.
"Neither are you."
"But I'm the closest thing we have."
Out on the plain, there was movement from the grass.
"I see them!"
The cry echoed throughout the group, but the eldest did not move.
Rising from the grass before him was a gray creature. Slinking forward inch by inch, the two sets of antennae on its head were wiggling.
Searching for prey.
Drawing his sword, the eldest took a breath as he stared at the limbless creature. Then the eldest lifted his sword into the air.
"Attack!"
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