I moved forward with my group, strategically positioning ourselves to the side a bit to let the dogkin warriors take the brunt of the assault, but still going to the front where the horrible bloodshed was taking place.
My blade carved through one lionkin soldier, a barely-trained youth whose armor hung loose on his lanky frame. He hadn't even raised his weapon in time. This wasn't the sort of battle I was used to since crossing into these lands.
[You've slain Tharuk (Level 11). You've gained 20 XP.]
The next one fared no better. She screamed something about glory and her family as she charged, but her footwork was all wrong, and her stance perfectly displayed her inexperience. She died with the word 'father' still on her lips as a water bullet penetrated right through her skull.
[You've slain Sahira (Level 9). You've gained 8 XP.]
"This is desperation…" I muttered under my breath.
These weren't just warriors.
