For the greater good!

It was the most disgusting field of battle imaginable. Slime dripped from every branch, a river of sludge flowed through the center. The reak was horrible. They had been hidden in position for a week waiting for this moment. This was their chance to make good their strike. It was a chance to wreak havoc upon the foe before battle even commenced, then they would quietly fade into the background. There was the signal, they opened fire. One salvo, no more, and then gone. Before the foe knew what was happening the Broadside stumbled, wounded. Across the field other shots rang out, targeting anyone that stands alone. The Changer of Ways had aided his pleasure seeking brother, had changed the tide ever so much, and put into motion yet another thread in the unfathomable scheme.