We followed the remaining Clarts into a large clearing which spread out into a horrible vomit green vista of shame.
There, the General was waiting. I saw his shadow in the trees - and he sent forward another wave to attack.
Hom-Ken used his Scroturai blade to hew the heads of many a pesky Clart. They were small and their heads easily came off - but the fuckers were plentiful!
I followed the General. The tide was turning. Great waves of Clarts drew back.
Hom-Ken and I pushed forward. Somewhere in the fray I had gained some superhuman strength. I leapt across a wide cavern. The noise of the fighting became distant. The General was ahead in the distance. I could see his compound in the dense undergrowth.
It was him and me.
