Quagmire continuously scanned his surroundings; he saw that the myriads rearranged their position, putting their shield men with interspaced swordsmen at the sides, then spearmen and swordsmen at the front. They advanced slowly but surely, moving. The spearmen advanced first, while the swordsmen closely followed from the gaps, allowing flexibility and adaptability in battlefield conditions.
His eyes widened in surprise, and his lips curled into a pleasant smile as he witnessed the intelligence and wisdom of the myriads for the first time in his life. He guessed that they might not be so backward after all.
Once done, he glanced from his side to side and found that some ghouls were clumping up. Not wanting them to finish in time, so he struck first. In order for him to divert more attention toward him, he would mix firearms with knife combat because, as he stared at the myriads earlier, it seemed to him that they were becoming more and more fatigued.
