He looked around randomly and spotted a four-man Veynar pack trying to slip out of a neighboring hide tent.
"Infiltrators!" the sub-commander roared, his deep bass voice exploding through the quiet camp like a sudden rockslide.
The shout was deafening. It shattered the fragile silence they had been trying to maintain all this time, shaking the loose thatch on the surrounding roofs. Inside nearby huts and tents, heavy grunts and the chaotic rustle of weapons being grabbed began to echo instantly.
The marauders warriors were waking up.
"Stop everything and stop him!!" Hargon shouted, breaking from the shadows with his three fastest veterans.
Hargon didn't care about silence anymore; the shout had already broken the curtain and damage was done.
Hargon cycled every ounce of strength he had to the absolute limit. His muscles swelled beneath his leather armor as he launched his body forward like a charging bull, his stone-headed axe aimed straight at the sub-commander's knee.
