"Exactly," Lanmar nodded, the ivory of his teeth flashing in a savage grin.
"Imagine a group of ten thousand humans randomly picked, fighting against three other races which had their ten thousand members properly trained and strictly selected… You have zero chance, kiddo, just accept your fate and surrender to the inevitable..."
John raised a hand to stop the talkative Lanmar, pointing at a grand realisation he threw casually at him. "You are telling me there are ten thousand of each race in here?"
"Yes, that's the threshold," Lanmar thought John and others were falling into the depths of despair, so he took the chance and added more weight to their misery.
"Ten thousand exactly, not a single one more, not a single one less! Imagine, ten thousand elite Bulltors versus ten thousand randomly picked, soft-skinned humans. It's not a war; it's a one-sided massacre."
