"There are guys none of us can handle," the bald man replied evasively. "They wouldn't even notice us if they wanted to devour us. But we've done some work on that front and found a decent cover. Believe me, the situation is such that without us, you have no chance of survival at all. Even if a miracle happens and you manage to hold out against us, you won't be able to handle what's about to happen. Fighting us is like peeing into the wind: you'll end up soaked."
The bald man grinned, pleased with his own clumsy wit.
"Well, if the current is strong, you'll have to pee against the storm. And then..."
A dull, rolling echo of cannon fire came from somewhere. Baldy winced, but a smug smile spread across his face almost immediately.
“Here we are,” he drawled in a disgusting, unctuous voice,
