"Go, go, go!! We're close!" fiercely encouraged Ascalon as their trusty figures emerged at the distant rear.
Henry's death threw a wrench in the Egress Army's morale.
This was why he was doing all of the tricks he had learned in his past few months of leading the Damnedlings to use.
But this alone wouldn't magically make his comrades run faster, and the SS-ranker knew this.
It would only provide them a small boost in energy and determination that would probably vanish before they even reached the fences.
Still, Ascalon would take even such small boons.
The problem was that some of the Damnedlings had already been around for way too long, and such tactics had minimal effect on them.
Thrad, for one, was breathing a bit too heavy.
Dwarves prided themselves on strength, dexterity, vitality, and perhaps even a bit in perception.
But speed, stamina…and luck, weren't among their strong points.
