Following a series of sharp orders from Barsali, the demons surrounding Carwynn's men lowered their weapons, pulling back to form opposing ranks lining the roadway, spaced just over a dozen paces apart. Some of them looked less than pleased with their orders, but the other two serpentine demon-knights banged their weapons together as if celebrating before slithering along the dirt road to speak with their companion.
"You will be given time to tend to your armor and weapons," the flat tailed demon said on behalf of Barsali. "Drink water, replace your shield, do what you can in order to fight your best. You will be given five minutes to prepare."
"Five minutes?" Carwyn asked, blinking in surprise. He'd expected to begin almost immediately.
"And not a minute longer!" the flat tailed demon said. "I've started counting, so go and make peace with your vile god while you're at it!"
