"I get it now, you have the 'Innate Minstrel Sacred Body'! Keep it up, our bardic future depends on you. But there must be some trick, right? Can you..."
"Can your sister, my ass! The guys are all rushing in, hurry up and follow!"
The chattering Eagle got kicked by the troublemaker, immediately grabbed his gun, and crawled out of the trench, joining the other players as they charged back, shouting. In a round of close combat, they killed all the incoming gnolls, though some unlucky ones got slashed by the wolf people.
"I'm just used to pouring my emotions into the music, isn't that the basic quality of a musician?"
Daddy Potato mumbled softly, looking at the battle horn in his hand.
He was like a kid who had discovered a new toy, eager to try new tricks with the horn, as if having found a new extension to his musical path. But when he looked up, he saw the players being pushed back by the gnolls and wolf people.
