>>5379907>>5379902>>5379887>>5379863>>5379840>>5380063>85The coordination is difficult because the only person you can communicate with is Cailinn, and she is neither a warrior nor particularly capable under stress in a combat situation. That said, you can more or less get your point across to your followers by your own movements, and when that fails just picking up and moving people yourself. In total you can cluster the noncombatants to the lordly tent, in hopes of some chance at hiding or avoiding the fight, while you orient the warriors to the rear entrance of the camp while you alone cover the front.
Not that you expect just some ten-odd Gaelan fishermen to fight off a force of Namadan soldiers twice or thrice their size, but it is invariable that your monstrous enormity draws most of the enemy attention and you want to keep that away from your followers. A chief example being, all ranged attacks are focused on you rather than anyone else getting struck by stray arrows.
<span class="mu-b">"-ow! That kind of... eh, not really hurt but..."</span>
Pretty soon you end up looking like a pincushion. Not from normal arrows, as maybe only one in ten or even less manage to actually stick in your hide. But those other ones, similar to arrows but heavier and they hit harder, fired from those strange handheld devices. They aren't more than pinpricks to you but by contrast they do actually pierce your flesh.
Something to keep in mind regarding the advancement of the humans since your time, but for now it doesn't end up mattering much because eventually the infantry reaches you and then the archers won't risk firing into their own men.
<span class="mu-b">"Pathetic little wretches, why even bother? Oh, look at me... I'm starting to feel bad!"</span>
With Atlantean statue in hand, by your titanic strength you are able to swing and simply obliterate any fool unfortunate enough to be in your way. It would take take ten men together to even brace against the kind of force you are applying, so against a group of enemies that soon break formation in order to crowd around you and attack, they really have no hope. Same as yesterday, they stab and poke at you with little effect from their weapons, meanwhile each swing of yours shatters shields and bodies alike and sends men flying through the air with dying screams.
You must say though, these Namadans are a clever bunch, adaptable at least. What seemed like another swarming attack as yesterday, appears to be a screen for a different effort to try and ensnare you. Between some of the soldiers attacking, others throw and bind ropes around you wherever they can. Legs, arms, tail and torso. You even get one bastard climbing up your back to try and rope your head! You would credit them for their creativity, as this plan of theirs might have worked, if they properly tied you and had the help of many horses.
