The fog twisted and danced around them as the battlefield descended into madness. Screeches, roars, and the hiss of foreign creatures filled the air alongside the clash of steel and the flashes of Magic being thrown.
The grey monsters had come in a lot of force. They are more than just the humanoid ones. They were legion with each kind of creatures looks worse than the last.
Jan's party that have regrouped and reinforced fought shoulder to shoulder in circle. Eight of them moved with practiced synergy despite the chaos.
Jan shifted between bow and dagger, his arrows finding eyes and joints with lethal precision before switching to his blade when they closed in.
Thorne and Hund were brutal in the melee, sword arms carving through grey flesh. Mark held the line like a fortress with his relatively calm expression. His every swing of the sword keeping another craetures from breaking their formation.
