He returned to the battle, swimming through the chaos like a conductor, reading the flow of battle.
Every time the Bats tried to overwhelm a section of his srmy, he was there, the scythe reaping souls to reinforce his minions' morale.
It wasn't like his Skeletons really needed the help, Percival just didn't like to feel lazy.
Even then, they were all fighting bravely.
On the right flank, one of the newer recruits found itself isolated when two bats crashed into its shield and knocked it sideways.
Before the Bats could press the advantage, two Blazeforged Blades wielders were there. One slammed its shield into the first bat's face, stunning it, while the other decapitated the second bat with a single clean stroke.
The first bat tried to flee, but a Ranger's arrow caught it in the spine.
The Bats kept coming. The Skeletons kept killing.
One Bat managed to sink its fangs into a skeleton's arm. The teeth scraped against bone, found no blood, no flesh to drain.
