One of the hunters climbed atop a building, a small telescope in his hand, which he placed close to his right eye, sweeping his gaze over the approaching army of over a thousand Trail Wolves.
"How many are they?" the Tiger Man asked, his voice echoing. His demeanor was calm and collected even amidst the current turn of events. Expected from the Tiger Guild's Platinum Ranker.
[A/N: I call him Tiger Guy because he is from the Tiger Guild, though he looks nothing like a tiger.]
"This is really bad; the intel was totally wrong. They are five hundred... No, they are thousands of them," the man shrieked, jumping down from the building.
Turning around and seeing the pitiful sight of his comrades, the Tiger Man spoke, "If you can fight, get your weapons ready and march forward. If you are a coward, step aside and try not to die." He drew out his long saber and marched onwards to the outskirts of the town.