Peter was at the top of the hill when he realized something. Everyone was about to die in his sqaudron.
“Stop!!” he warned, “Throw grenades, everybody!”
He picked a frag-grenade out of his utility belt and chucked it into a cluster of demon-like creatures. It exploded splattering entrails and bodyparts over the surrounding trees. The effect was the same for the rest of the grenades thrown. Peter charged down the tree and everyone followed. The goblins had just returned the first grenade strike when they realized the enemy was right in front of them. The quicker ones redirected their grenades while others whipped out rusty pistols and fired into the line of humans. Peter immediatly locked onto the leader, a short, stocky goblin grunting orders to his nearby allies. Peter pulled out his giant silver blade and went straight into the battleground, fearlessly. a spear jabbed at his head and he quickly ducked down and swiped out with his giant sword. One down…A few hundred to go.