The cunning Rebels had been in the strategy workshop for days. How would they strike? When would they strike? Where would they strike? An opportunity presents itself once more, for surely must Realak, Suffragium and the other rebels be the chosen of God! The injuns were setting up camp outside of Realak's base, as if preparing to strike him. He immediately alarms his comrades of the situation, who in turn make haste to Townsville.
Divine inspiration struck Realak - what if I were to lure these bloodthirsty barbarians out with my own self, alerting my brothers in arms as the indians attempt to chase me down? The plan follows through, everything goes as planned, until the indians take the skirmish to sea. Unprepared and untrained for such a situation, Commander Suffragium orders his men to retreat. Blinded by their rage, they decline his order. As if the indians had magic on their side, they stagger the valiant but blind rebels with mighty stomps. Expecting the stuns to diminish soon, Suffragium orders his men to attack what seems to be the strongest Tribal, "Dan".
Unbeknownst to him, the indians were not ready to let the rebels flee from their grasp, as they stomp them time upon time again. One rebel falls after another. At the end, the only soldier remaining was Yasso. He managed to dodge their ferocious strikes for a quarter of an hour, but even he fell. Suffragium acknowledges the situation as hopeless and retreats. He had seen his men, his friends, nay - his brothers, die today. The rebels had suffered a crushing defeat. This will not be the end, however. Like a phoenix, we shall be reborn from the ashes.
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