Krul looked back through the underbrush towards Captain Gunnbjörn. The troll warlock started an invocation while walking over to him, Krul could see the faint glow of the runes. Then he felt a surge of energy go through him. Both his scope and his rifle started glowing for a moment before fading back to that rusted brown.
Krul nodded and turned to his men. Putting his scope to his eye he surveyed the enemy lines. Inexplicably the enemy warcaster had exposed himself some in the middle of the enemy formation. Not something Krul would have expected from the old man.
The Bushwhacker leader gave his men a sign and as a unit they moved forward. Coming into view of the enemy he could see them starting to realize their mistake. But before the Menites could do anything, he ordered his men to aim and fire on Severius.
Adding all their strength to his own shot, Krul carefully aimed at the warcaster and the unit let loose one giant volley.
When the smoke cleared he couldn’t see Severius anymore. What he saw was his subordinates frantically running towards their leader, their warjacks powering down and most of the troops turning away and leaving the battle field.
“I think we are done here” Krul said to his men. They turned around and walked back to their kin.