"Leader, what should we do?" a knight asked in a deep, wary voice.
When the other knights heard the question, they instinctively sharpened their focus, their ears attuned to their Vice Guildmaster's response even as they continued fighting.
Darius did not pause.
His blade rose and fell in relentless arcs, cutting down every beast that dared approach him.
The edge of his broadsword gleamed coldly beneath the overcast sky as it cleaved through thick hides and shattered bone.
Heads flew into the air.
Blood sprayed across battered shields and dented armor.
Claws splintered upon impact.
Darius's movements were swift and precise. Each strike flowed seamlessly into the next, forming an unbroken sequence of lethal efficiency.
It was as though he stood at the center of a living killing array. None of the beasts that entered his range survived for more than a breath.
