The system notification echoed in their minds, sharp and mechanical.
The orcs stood ready in front of their settlement. It was finally time, the battle they had prepared for.
Aria took her place at the front, her sharp gaze fixed on the dark line of mountains ahead.
'You've done all you can for us. Now it's our turn. We won't disappoint,' she thought, her fingers curling into a tight fist.
"Alright," she began, her voice steady, "considering the situation, it's better to rush them, take out as many as we can before they surround us. Our top priority is to keep those inside the settlement safe for as long as possible."
She turned briefly to glance back. Behind the wooden fences, the weaker orcs huddled together, clutching crude weapons and makeshift shields.
"We're smaller in number," she continued, "but if we hit hard and fast, we can confuse the horde before they even figure out which way to move. Everyone clear on that?"
