The earth shook as though the thunder had taken residence beneath it. With her eye cast to the wind, Dame Walk was lost to her own mind, leaving Asana to wait for her to finish her search. Then they came into view from across the field. It would be inaccurate to say they marched across it; rather, the whole lot of them scrambled, surged, like a nest of ants grown too large. She supposed there were thousands, but how could she guess? She had never seen so many things that large. There could have been millions.

Walk blinked. "They are marching from the mountains. There are leagues of them yet."

"What are they?" Asana asked.

"Noobs," she said.

Asana sighed. "I'll get my father's sword."

"No, no," Walk said. "That's overkill. Just... get a fork or something. Oh, wait..." She bent over and picked up a rock, one about half-a-handful in size. "Use this." She gave it to Millytopthought.

"You want me to brain them with a rock?"

"Brain them? If you want to go to the effort of hitting them in the head. No, just a good poke will do."

"All it takes is a poke on the head?"

"Well, if you want to be extra sure. It might take a little more effort if you tap them on the shoulder or... actually," she trailed off as the first wave came close, "try punching that one."

Asana walked to the surging storm of noobs and kicked. Their ranks were decimated back near a mile.

"That'll do." She tossed the rock, clearing out thousands in one swing. "Come on, now. Your father will be home soon and he'll want all these dead by then."

It took five minutes to slaughter the whole lot of them.