[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: China Country]
[Outskirts]
"They're losing pretty badly," Puck murmured from his side.
Her voice was quieter than before, stripped of any levity. She hovered close enough now to feel the disturbances in the air each time Grimm minutely adjusted his position, her gaze fixed downward. Below them, porcelain bodies shattered against the ground, limbs cracking and breaking.
"That they are," Grimm agreed without hesitation, tracking the movement of the battlefield. "They have no formation to speak of. Their spear wielders are clustered too tightly—no spacing or discipline. Archers are present, but they aren't supporting the front line adequately. And they lack proper infantry entirely." His tone remained analytical. "It's little wonder they aren't all dead yet."
Puck swallowed. "Are… are you going to help them?"
