"Nochtar, do you understand the mess you are about to cause by doing this?" Malrik spoke, trying to look calm while raising his fists; the heat over them started to intensify again, charging for another attack.
With the corner of his eye, he tracked the 3 women as dozens of royal knights tightened around them and steered them toward the carriage.
They brought shields together and set their spears to a shared angle as their boots carried them in close ranks, giving the escort a solid face.
Yet the Rank 1 Umbraens weren't fragile and were still far stronger than ordinary mortals, so that brief sense of order broke almost at once.
Skills flared and blades flashed, and steel met flesh between one heartbeat and the next. Each passing second, their skills melted limbs, decomposed bodies, while weapons opened throats, and broke skulls, mowing the knights like wheat so the formation thinned row by row.
