The quietness of the night had been broken by a sudden fight shaking away the dust and debris.
Then they came—four women from the Crimson Choir, their eyes wild, their movements jerky like broken dolls, each holding long, black chains that pulsed with a sickening red glow. Without a word, they lunged, taking the flank of attack.
Seeing this the main forces acted.
Seraphina took one, with her sword slashing the woman.
Vic locked blades with another, her shield up. Gare, Barret, and Chris were forced to team up against one woman who fought like a rabid animal, screaming as she swung her chain like a whip.
Farther down the path, Ariana danced around her opponent, her movements smooth and graceful like a wind spirit. She slashed through the air, blades clashing, sparks flying.
Vic held her ground, blocking strike after strike from her opponent's chain. She grunted, pushed forward with her shield, and slammed it into the woman's face with raw force.
