Another came, leaping from the wall's edge. The commander met it mid-air with a swing of his blade, feeling the shock of the impact travel up his arms. Claws raked his armor, tearing metal and flesh, but his speed and experience carried him through. With a swift strike, he drove the sword through the creature's chest, feeling its body convulse beneath his blade before dropping.
He was moving constantly, a whirlwind of motion, spinning, striking, retreating, barely catching his breath. The forest and town streets were a blur. Thralls came from every direction, some on rooftops, some from alleys, some seeming to materialize from the darkness itself. The commander's eyes flicked constantly, measuring distance, calculating angles, predicting movements.
He continued to fight when all of a sudden, he noticed something different.
