Sh’on paused at the gate of Guerettos, peering inside. A battle raged inside of the village. He didn’t notice many Ikchani. The odds seemed to be even. He smiled, exhaling relief as he nodded to his companions. He paused for a second before he took a second glance. The Ikchani didn’t notice him, and their backs were to them. Perhaps they had a chance after all. He pointed to Xython before pointing at the gate once more.
Xython nodded as he raised his ball-spiked mace, charging inside of the gate as he yelled a battle cry. Sh’on dipped his head back, rolling his eyes before he motioned the rest of his companions to follow Xython’s lead.
The Ikchani spun around, taken aback by the surprise attack. Some of them fell to swords or arrows as their attention was diverted. Sh’on rushed in behind
