He then turned toward his fellow bearkin warriors and shouted, "Getting picked one by one with our backs turned to our enemies is not the way of the mighty bearkin! There's no greater honor one could achieve than dying a warrior's death! Don't let them capture you!"
*ROOOOAAAAARRR!*
His subordinates were more than receptive to Kargrim's brief speech. I saw not a single shred of fright as all 400 of them bravely stood side-by-side before charging into certain death together.
"Kargrim…" Sova shed a single tear while watching the broad back of her captain charge at the undead. Everyone in the aerial unit did the same. I only met this warrior a day ago, yet he left quite an impression on me, so I could only imagine how those who've known him for centuries felt.
"We have no time to waste!" my words successfully awoke them, and our retreat efforts resumed.
