Their morale wavered, snarls breaking into uncertain growls.
One of the hulking brutes bellowed, swinging its bone club toward Song. Ling Yu's eyes flashed.
"Qingxue!" she commanded.
The swordswoman was already there, blade slicing into the brute's hamstring just as Song ducked under the swing, driving his spear upward through its exposed jaw. Blood geysered. The brute collapsed like a toppled tree.
"Ziyu, now!"
The archer loosed three arrows in succession, each one glowing faintly with mana. They slammed into the heads of three charging insects, felling them in a neat row.
The little beast cackled and launched itself into the swarm, fur puffing out. It spun like a storm of teeth and claws, scattering explosive fur balls with gleeful abandon. The monsters shrieked as smoke and fire tore through their ranks.
