Gob, wielding two daggers, deftly dealt with a knight before moving on to the next. He had become a brutal killing machine, cutting down imperial soldiers with ruthless efficiency. One by one, they began avoiding him like a plague, giving the feral goblin a wide berth despite their orders.
Zenith, on the other hand, simply squashed soldiers beneath his feet, relishing the sensation. He had been brooding after his humiliating defeat at Greg's hands, but now he was given a satisfying outlet for his frustration — the opportunity to crush countless bugs without consequence. Like the other titans, he was more than living up to his fearsome title.
Tempest, true to his name, tore through enemy lines like a violent wind. His claws ripped into mages and knights alike, his movements wild and unpredictable. Blocking his strikes was next to impossible, and anyone unfortunate enough to cross his path was ripped apart before they could react.
