"Banzai! Banzai!"
The shout started from the ramparts, from an exhausted soldier who could barely stand. Then more joined in. Boisterous warriors, prideful mages, cheery healers, sly rangers, sneaky assassins, and cranky engineers, they all cheered together despite their differing usual behaviors.
All were overcome with the celebratory mood.
It soon rolled down the walls, across the fortress, until the entire stronghold was echoing with it.
The sound spread into the homes below. Doors opened. Windows slammed wide. Men, women, and children poured into the streets. Some still carried the smell of smoke on their clothes, others clutched whatever they'd used as weapons.
All of them shouted the same word, again and again, until it filled the air like a tide that refused to stop.
"Banzai!"
