and the men are stopping in formayshun and looking across the clearing- cuz there they are- the first troops of the spackle army- fanning out into the open ground , a dozen , two dozen , ten dozen of 'em , surging down the hill like a river of white blood , torches held high , bows and arrows and some weird long white stick things in their hands and there are spackle foot soldiers swarming round other spackle riding these huge white creachers , built wide like a bullock but taller and broader and with a massive single horn shooting out from the end of their noses and the creachers are covered in heavy armour that looks like it 's made from clay and i see that a lotta the spackle soldiers are wearing it too , the clay covering their white skin- and there 's another horn blast so loud i swear my ears are starting to bleed and you can see the horn with yer own eyes now , strapped to the backs of two of the horned creachers up on the hilltop and being blown by that huge spackle- and oh , god- oh , my , god- their noise- it comes tumbling down the hill like a weapon on its own , cresting across the open ground like foam on a raging river , and it 's coming right for us , pictures of their army cutting us down , pictures of our soldiers being ripped to pieces , pictures of ugliness and horror that you could never describe , pictures- pictures that our own soldiers are sending right back to 'em , pictures rising from the mass of men in front of me , pictures of heads torn from bodies , of bullets ripping spackle apart , of slaughter , of endless endless- `` keep your focus , todd , '' the mayor says , `` or the battle will take your life .