Gervus had just swooped down on a few already dead elves for fun, and wa climbing in altitude again when his nose and eyes caught sight of humans burning rubber towards him and his company. They had killed the elves about 5 maybe 10 minuts ago, and were only playing with their rag doll corpses at this point. With but a single command, the jeeps were loaded, and undead complaining of "The stench of the living is closing in upon us." Were driving at 40mph towards the humans.
The mounted gunners on the dozen and a half jeeps waisted no time. Before the humans were even within recomended range, they opened fire, raining down hundreds of tracer rounds down the subtle hill at the humans. Aiming was difficult in the rattly jeeps at this range, so likely no real damage would be done for a bit longer. Meanwhile, whilst gunners gunned, skeletons in the backs of these jeeps were being rigged with kamikaze vest, under the assumption that they would be rewarded for their valour.
Back at the elven campsite, Gervus was circling the site from the sky. A dark purple smoke plummed from his jaws onto the elven corpses, engulfing the camp. It wasnt long before elves, who had minuts earlier succumbed to their wounds, were rising to their feet! All of them simply picked up their arms, primarily being swords and shields or bows, and charged down the hill as well. They're far enough behind and without any transportation that it will take quite a bit to catch up to everyone. After the raising, Gervus tilts his head back and lets loose a mighty roar to signify the start of a potential bloodshed. From his spot in the air, he starts scanning the humans, looking for any signs of their leader.
