My unit descended on the enemy.The fact that the original incursion had split into two waves was a point of concern. It meant that there could be more waves coming, and we didn’t want to get caught by surprise, suffering serious damage like Rotuchik’s unit had. If more caterpillars were going to emerge from the miasma to support the surviving five, we would be overwhelmed, but even five was a lot all at once.In any case, killing at least two should let us withdraw and bide some time to recover, as the survivors should stop and eat the dead.One of the problems with this war was that it was hard to do anything but face the enemy head-on. They came from below, we came from above. I had faced a motley assortment of monsters and other threats across my last two lives, but even with my reincarnated experience, these things were pretty scary. That was especially true when facing them head-on. Of all their dangers, their mouths were probably the most horrific.Since the most viable attacks on these gigantic worms was their undersides, my unit split into two, flanking the monsters on both sides. No reason to race right towards their maws, though they would no doubt turn those on us once we engaged. Circling around to their backsides was too risky unless they were further from the miasma, but by that point they would be approaching the ridge, and the entire battle would change. If we wanted to take them out before that, the best bet was a fast, aggressive pincer strike.I led my half of the unit, and Kukeoti led the others. As always, I worried for them, since I couldn’t protect them while we were split up like this, but I locked those feelings away to focus on the target. We raced down the slope of the flared trunk, practically a controlled fall until the angle of the tree’s surface began to flatten.As we approached, the looming creatures tried to turn towards us, but the only saving grace was that the giant caterpillars weren’t (...)