They came in greater numbers than we’d anticipated, and better armed to boot.
Their black and white warpaint, designed to terrify, succeeded admirably, and they still had access to the old weapons, from the before time. Weapons powered by magnets, though they knew not how they worked.
Attacking in one massive wave, trying to break our will. And for a moment, we did fear.
But hope’s never lost, and we have our own weapons.
Faith in ourselves, and each other.
The power of teamwork.
And yes, friendship, which has it’s own magic.
…and we shall pray that that’ll be enough.