Erik watched as the man reached for a communication device on his desk.
The colonel was frankly worried about the situation. It had never been easy to defend the outpost, but now it just turned into a monumental task.
Frant's troop were already powerful and easy to deal with, but flying thaids were worse. That was, of course, because he hadn't seen the Chimaeric Demons fight in person. There was something he could say with certainty about their commanders, though they were vicious and shrewd, always ready with a counterplan for the counter plan.
The colonel was concerned. He didn't think he had enough men and weapons to stop the creatures and save the outpost and felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, knowing he needed to protect his men and the outpost.