In such dim light, vision was not the primary sense; the two sides discovered each other before they had even met.
"No restrictions. Kill any enemy on sight with full force."
Lance raised his hand, conjuring a small Shield from thin air, his right hand grasping a hand axe. His greatsword was of little practical use in such confined spaces.
The narrow space made it hard to maneuver and dodge. The Shield could block some enemy attacks, while the axe was good for chopping, suitable for leveraging his strength.
Boudica picked up her War Halberd. She didn't know what was happening; she only knew it was time for a slaughter.
Tadiff quickly drew his axe, entering a combat stance. The gaze beneath his helmet fixed intently on what lay ahead.
Dismas held a musket in one hand and a Short Sword in the other, his sharp gaze seeming to pierce the darkness.
As the distance closed, they finally made out a few grotesque figures charging from the gloom.
