While I was busy thinking, someone was already making a move. First, I heard the sound of arrows whizzing just a hand-span above my head, shattering the frozen cows into pieces of ice, followed by Sukrucuk letting out a massive roar as he swung his mace upwards.
The donkey that took the hit did a full flip in mid-air before crash-landing right on top of the other two charging in behind it. Obviously, getting kicked didn't sit right with our fiery kid, and he was returning the favor tenfold.
I looked over to Cocoa's side; they were holding their own against the enemies in front of them, and their archers were even taking on the job of shattering the cows Elenora had frozen, one by one. I can't just stand here doing nothing; in an environment swarming with a massive influx of farm animals, I picked a front worthy of my power, my glory, and my title, and broke into a sprint.
