Darius planted his boots like roots, every swing of his warhammer carved devastation. The weapon sang down as it cracked skulls, the crunch of bone and squelch of rotten flesh echoing in grotesque rhythm.
"Come on, you bastards!" he roared, slamming his hammer down with such force that three Shamblers caved inward, their glowing ribs collapsed. "You will not have him while I breathe!"
Rhoam lunged beside him with a streak of armored fury. The panther slammed into one Shambler with claws raking across its torso in a spray of ichor. Its runes pulsed blue, while channeling kinetic bursts that sent corpses flying back into their hole.
But for every Shambler that was smashed, two more staggered into the fray. They swarmed like maggots, looking clumsy yet relentless.
Darius spat blood from a cut across his lip, with hammer spinning. "Kelvin! I can't keep this wall up forever!"
