They moved in perfect coordination.
One attacked while the other defended, switching places every few moments. Their teamwork became the anchor of the center line.
But for every demon they cut down, more rushed in. Soldiers screamed as they were dragged down.
Armor shattered with the clashes. Limbs flew apart and the ground turned red.
A young soldier stumbled beside Vic, his eyes wide with terror. A demon's claw tore through his neck, and blood sprayed over Vic's face.
Vic gritted his teeth and kept fighting, his blade slicing through another enemy's throat.
Nearby, an archer screamed as a demon leaped on him. The creature crushed his bow and bit into his shoulder, tearing it apart.
Another spear man raised his hands and sent a blast of spear straight at them piercing the two at once.
Everywhere was filled with chaos of smoke, blood, and the stench of death. The screams of men and demons mixed together until they became one endless roar.
