Its tails cracked like whips as they clashed against Liam's axe, sparks flying into the mist.
The brute pushed back with a roar, his grin stretched so wide it almost seemed to split his face. His bloodied hand dripped blood freely, the crimson drops sinking into the muck and turning it a dark red.
Charon watched as the machine flexed, the barbs on its body extending further, slowly stretching towards Liam as he was forced to either relent in his defense or get skewered a dozen times over.
'I can't let Liam fight that one alone!'
He pushed a new command into his skeletons, ordering them to break from their line and circle the new creation. The Defenders locked their tower shields together as they marched form a semi-circle around the creature's flank, the archers knocking fresh arrows as they loosed them at the exposed joints.
