By now, Silverfish and Tian had broken out of the full perimeter of the camp, and were hurtling across neutral territory, with the enemy still hot in pursuit. Amongst them, Vol could see one of the gold mercenary commanders – the one that he fancied to look like a titan, from the heaviness of his armour, and the steel face-mask and helm that concealed his features.
Heavy though he might have looked, the man moved even faster than Silverfish did, and with every step that he took, he gained on the retreating Sea Serpent men, who were just beginning to flag after all the exertion that they had put forth.
"ARCHERS!" Batinkog bellowed, on Vol's behalf. In short order, a flight of two hundred arrows were soaring through the air, whistling their screams, and descending down upon the pursuing enemy, just barely missing Silverfish and Tian in the process.