Kyle's arm ached from the constant parries, his breath coming harder now. The halberd swept for his legs; he jumped back, boots skidding on the dirt, only for the swordsman to lunge in.
Kyle caught the thrust on his blade, twisting it away, but the halberd's butt end rammed toward his stomach.
Melissa tried to grab her lost dagger, but the chain wielder kicked it away. She drew her backup blade from her boot, eyes narrowing.
The chain lashed at her head; she ducked and lunged, slicing the chain wielder's arm before spinning to parry the spear.
Bruce planted his sword in the ground for a split second, using it to block a downward blow, then yanked it free in a sweeping uppercut that tore through a shield.
The shield bearer fell back, but before Bruce could finish him, another attacker slammed into him from behind, forcing him forward.
The clash of steel rang louder now, feet shuffling over dirt and stone. Every breath was ragged, every movement precise but slower than before.
