Chaos of Battle

As I listened, a loud mixture of brutal clashes, war cries, and pained whimpers filled the air due to the lionkin forces pressing deeper and deeper into the hidden resistance tunnels.

The tunnel entrance was barricaded, lined with sharpened stakes and reinforced earthworks, but such defenses only delayed the lionkin rather than halting them. 

A massive lion warrior readied a heavy axe before roaring arrogantly, telling his fellow lionkin to step away before splintering the nearest barricade into shards with a single swing. The ranks of the lesser among them immediately pressed forward with shields raised, fangs bared.

It was clear they were meant to go first to trigger any traps before the big boys charged in.

Just when it seemed they would breach the defenses entirely, the battlefield shifted. Hidden gateways—previously indistinguishable from the dense foliage—swung open in sync. From these concealed paths emerged waves of resistance fighters.