When brute force DPS crushed one of them, against these Laughing Cultists who never fight back, killing one basically meant killing them all.
Audrey, who had backed off earlier, also seemed to realize these creepy-looking bastards wouldn't retaliate. The moment she imagined Amanda mocking her later, she hurried back up, swinging her pickaxe to rejoin the fight.
The battle died down quickly, but there wasn't much joy on anyone's face. Instead, there was confusion—and exhaustion.
Because this had been a bizarre fight: a victory that was both easy and damn hard.
Easy, because these Frenzied Cultists only guarded their teammates and healed, never fighting back at all, like a bunch of target dummies.
Hard, because their protective power and insane recovery meant you had to burst them down with enough damage in a short window just to kill one.
