They didn't need to wait for their ambushers to make the first move.
The Tigrens were never the type to sit back and patiently wait for an enemy to reveal their hand. They were hot-blooded by nature, and when confronted with an enemy, their first instinct was to tear into them rather than stand around devising elaborate strategies.
The moment they received the command, they attacked whoever crossed their path.
Claws flashed.
Blades were drawn.
Roars and screams erupted through the forest as the battlefield finally exploded into chaos.
But the enemies hiding within the shadows weren't afraid either.
The moment the Tigrens charged, they emerged from their hiding places and lunged forward without the slightest hesitation, seemingly unconcerned about death. Rather than confronting the Tigrens individually, they immediately began concentrating their numbers on single targets, swarming them from every direction.
It was like a cluster of ants throwing themselves at an elephant.
