Rowan was really pissed off right now.
He swung his sword in a vertical arc, splitting the gravemite lunging at him half. The two pieces flew past both his sides, and landed on the ground with a soft thump.
He glanced at his comrade in this battle, who was taking on the other half of the pack of gravemites.
Sir Calen was entirely focused on holding his side, cutting and slashing the gravemites that wanted to get past them. Hissing as he struggled with the creatures that wanted to tear him apart.
He glanced behind him, Lady Aria was standing guard as Lady Selene helped the Young master of Myrvale stand up.
His brows furrowed in frustration, and he gritted his teeth, his left fang slightly poking out of his lips.
I should've known.
He stabbed another gravemite luging at him, and took a swift step backwards.
Calen appeared where he was a moment ago, slashing at the gravemite that was jumping towards Rowan from the trees.
