Reidar watched as a Mauler spat a glob of corrosive acid that ate through a defender's shield. The man fell, clutching his arm as the flesh sizzled.
The settlement was on the verge of being overrun because of many reasons, but especially because of the monsters' numbers.
There had to be at least hundreds of them. It was an amount he only saw in the rift-sprites, and even in that case it was because of a special condition, the presence of hundreds if not thousands of free bodies on the highway.
Reidar raised the Shepherd's Crook of the Wild. His summons stirred, and their gaze locked on the battle.
He was still far, though.
"Go," Reidar said.
The Primal Pack surged forward. Two streaks of silver fur tore down the ridge like an avalanche.
They hit the Mauler's flank, shredding through the amphibious creatures with savage brutality.
