Their morale was already incredibly low, sustained only by the forced suppression and intimidation by the Blood Plunderers. Now, with the Blood Plunderers suffering heavy casualties, a gap to retreat towards the Far Sea Marsh had been forcefully torn open, making it impossible for them not to be tempted. Their lack of action now was purely out of fear of becoming scapegoats—they'd barely moved when they were killed as rebels by the remaining Blood Plunderers.
"Kill!" Gaven shouted with all his life's strength, his voice morphing into a vast buzzing that mixed with a mad and sinister energy gushing forth from the Fine Gold Hammer.
"Kill, kill all these bastards, they want to die, why drag us to death with them?"
"Early death or late death, both are still death. Before dying, take down these damned bastards."
"You want to die, we don't; clear a path for us, we want to leave this place."
