The horde slammed into them with brutal force. The humanoid freaks and the winged abominations struck first, crashing against the wall of shields like a living tidal wave.
The shield-men dug their boots deep into the mud, muscles straining as they locked their arms together and held back the swarm. The clash sounded like a storm—wood creaking, steel grinding, slime splattering.
Above them, arrows and spells streaked through the air in messy arcs. Fireballs burst against leathery wings, lightning bolts snapped through the sky, and feathers of slime and meat rained down as creatures exploded mid-flight.
It was chaos. It was hell. Swords hacked, arrows whistled, magic lit the field like fireworks—and through it all, the second line surged forward to back up the shields, hacking at whatever slipped through.
