Ethlek warriors took initiative. When their Leader and his Mentee went one way with one angel, and their mortal enemy went another way with two more, Ethlek followed the two more. They even thought to bring Trals his snatcher.
He scratched Srav's head, surveying the warriors arrayed around the fort with its Ethlek slaves. Its triceratops. Its stores of food and bronze weapons. And the enormous steaming breach in its defenses.
Trals laughed aloud when he saw the hole his weapon-woman had made in the wall of the structure, the fires she had started. Lost Megga had learned the folly and arrogance of building permanent structures on the Face of God. It seemed the same lesson would be visited upon these northern invaders as well.
"What's been happening?" he asked, Srav bobbing about his legs
