There was a strange, almost serene moment of hesitation to when Sarati barked the command to an unseen ‘Toren’. The only sound that could be heard was a strange, heavy whistling noise from deep in the verdant shade. The leader turned—and he caught the business end of a flail directly in the face. A sickening crunch sound resonated when it happened and a heavy thud as the felled leader collapsed, unable to even gasp a dying breath. “Tarja!” Artturi and Elinan both motioned for her at the same time. Each taking one of her shoulders, they propped her up. “Satoros, tadoso—” |}