Just like the furious roars of the Vampire Players using their lives to carve a path for Natalie and the Great Shark before they vanished.
They were crude curses.
It would seem vulgar and unbecoming in any context, but how should I put it? Maybe that's just the feel of the battlefield?
Perhaps it's the taste of the brave men spilling their hot blood in war?
"Great Shark! Damn it, this is my last assist! If you can't take that person down, just wait for me to Gank you offline! You Wolf People brats, take Grandpa's great self-destruction spell!"
Amidst the furious roar of the Flamehead Captain, he folded his wings and descended from the sky like a crimson meteor, crashing fiercely into the Wolf People formation before him, a forest of blades and spears.
The dazzling purple storm erupted the next moment, with a series of dense explosions that swept up a large group of Wolf People; such a degree of self-destruction would hardly kill elite lives unless hit directly.
