Grant's shield smashed into the first beast to reach him, the creature still reeling from electrical shock and burns. His sword followed in a devastating arc, cutting through its flesh.
Thud!
The severed body fell to the floor.
Caleb crashed into the line beside him, his berserker class activating as he took damage from beast claws raking across his armor. The pain fueled his strength, each wound making his retaliatory strikes hit harder.
His skill allowed him to absorb some of the incoming damage, and transfer it into offensive power.
Cain and Abel moved like mirror images through the beast horde, when their swords flashes, bodies fell to the ground, lifeless.
Their speed, grace and precision disoriented front line. Where one twin's blade created an opening, the other's strike exploited it.
