The battle between the clones and the enemy of what used to be a thousand men and women, was over.
The result was bloody, it was horrendous, and both sides suffered casualties, however, even though that particular battle was over, the war was not.
Hell, even the battle between the first wave and the tribe of the rocky mountains wasn't over. The tribe hasn't made any direct contact with the enemy, in any way, shape, or form.
Jimmy insisted on keeping his distance, and as his mother, Lasra, landed in front of him to make a status report, he was all the more convinced for his tribe to keep their distance from the enemy for as long as possible!
"The flying dinos clawed half of them down," She said as she approached, "But the enemy isn't stopping. It's hard to see them in the dark, but judging from the way their torches are moving, they could be running towards us right now."
"So they're done walking, huh?" He sighed, "Doesn't matter. It won't make much of a difference anyway."
