As uplifting as the sight was, it was ultimately useless.
The Ankylosaurus didn't even acknowledge them. Using its tail, it slapped the ground with a concussive force that triggered a localized fracture.
It sent three Skeleton Soldiers flying backwards, crashing into ice hills and snow mounds. A Skirmisher managed to leap onto its back, only to be crushed by one of the giant ice hands as if it were made of dry twigs.
Percival watched, trapped in a haze of pain and exhaustion, as his army was systematically erased.
He knelt there in the slush, his breath coming in ragged, bloody gasps. He could barely lift his sword to fight, and even if he could, he had been so focused on saving his Necromancer mana that his Swordsman mana was now gone.
He looked up as the beast continued to kick and smash the numbers of Skeletons that surrounded it.
