A wave of attacks flew forwards, smashing into the incoming grounds of chitterlings. Since there was still a significant amount of trees in front of everyone, and not everybody had the best aim a lot of the attacks missed. But the tanks did their jobs in holding in the line and making sure that the Chitterlings wave broke against t he wall of defense that they had created. But because this was not the nest, the waves of chitterlings coming this was were not much, in fact there was always small pockets of breaks between each waves that allowed everyone to rest and the tanks to switch out.
Ultimately even when the Next wave ca, it was not everyone that had to defend or attack the Chitterlings and other darklings as there just wasn't enough of them. Because of this they were making faster progress than Cole had expected that they would have been able to make. So as they moved forwards, tree fell and darklings were slain. Amongst everyone around there was a dedicated group of aspirants whose jobs were to go about picking the drops left behind by the chitterlings after they had been slain. Everyone had made a collective agreent that whatever was found should just go into the developnt of the Glade rather that individual distribution as no one would have been able to do so equally.
Of course since they were all a part of the sa faction, Cole would have set it by contribution, but that way the resources gained might not be enough and so people would get more out of it than others. And the truth of the matter was that everyone here was playing his or her own part, so while so might have smaller roles than others, no one was contributing less than the others. So rather than share loot, dedicated spotters picked it up and ran back to the Glade to deliver it to the Glade's inventory. Cole took a mont to step back from the front lines as he sent a ssage to Farida.
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