Griar narrowly ducked under an attack as the War Scythe's blade expanded in size with dark red energy. The sheer proximity made the living's skin sizzle, but he ignored the acute pain it provoked, closing the distance to deliver a direct kick to the War Knight's knee, making it bend the wrong way–But not great enough to actually deal significant damage… Griar turned into wind to swiftly get away as the undead erupted with the same dark red energy, sending spikes all around him.
When the living returned to normal, he found himself bleeding in several areas, spikes had gone through his wind form, and the damage had carried over to his flesh body… Griar exhaled. All around him, he could see the destruction this battle had already caused. There was no telling how many people had died so far, especially since undeads had progressed further inland. The simple fact that Irlanx Xacobus had been able to force an opening in the barrier was a grim sign for the future.
