"Great," Fang grunted, his eyes already scanning the horizon for the most concentrated clusters of the enemy.
"I'll pick Becky to lead from our side on the ground; she's got a nose for where the line is about to buckle. I'll take the top of the castle to handle the long-distance rain. I'm going to handpick the strongest we've got, and I suggest you do the same. We don't have room for dead weight today."
Fang didn't stand still for a single moment afterwards. He began shouting the last part of his instructions over his shoulder while already sprinting back toward the Fox Guild's central command. The Purgator leader stood momentarily speechless, flanked by his most trusted high-tier masters who looked equally baffled.
