The camp around the war pavilion was in complete disarray.
Soldiers who had once marched with confidence now ran in terror, discarding their weapons and armor to flee faster.
Brandon and his small team cut through them like a scythe through wheat.
Scylla led the charge swinging her massive axe in wide, devastating arcs that cleaved through multiple soldiers at once.
Heads rolled and bodies were split apart.
"HAHAHAHAHA! COME AT ME, YOU SONS OF THOTS!" She laughed loudly as she cleared through the chaos while her armor and face splattered with fresh blood.
Camille moved on the left flank while Lisette took the right, her sword glowing with controlled ether as she cut down anyone who tried to regroup or resist.
Brandon walked through the center casually as the three women carved a path for him through the carnage.
Soldiers who dared charge him were cut down before they could even raise their weapons.
Those who tried to flee were cut from behind.
