Sol kept going and grinned smugly as he ran, his voice still carrying back to them like poison.
"What's the matter? Can't even run properly? I've seen old women move faster than you lot! Is this really the army that thought it could take the Veynar? You're not an army… you're a joke! A pathetic, stumbling joke that the ancestors are probably laughing at right now!"
The taunts hit like sharp spears into their bodies. The Coalition warriors seemed to have lost their minds completely.
"KILL HIM!" a Marauder screamed, foam flying from his mouth. "RIP THAT BLACK BASTARD APART! TEAR HIS ENTRAILS OUT AND FEED THEM TO THE BEASTS!"
"CRUSH THE BATARD!" another Marauder roared, his voice hoarse with fury. "I WANT HIS HEAD ON MY SPEAR!"
The entire horde surged forward even faster, their formation breaking as blind fury took over. They didn't think anymore. They didn't plan. They just charged… a mindless tide pouring towards the narrow mountain pass.
