"Clear the way!" Lambert commanded.
A shadow flashed by, and as a surviving insect corpse half-leaped into the air, it was pinned through the eye socket by a slender sword and crushed underfoot by a Heavy Armor Soldier.
"Three o'clock on the left, approaching fast!"
Another Knight reacted instantly, drawing his sword in a reverse grip. In a flash of cold light, an insect shadow was cut apart, its severed limbs falling into the flames, turning to charcoal in an instant.
Advance!
The remaining insect corpses lunged from the shadows like sharks drawn by blood, but were all crushed in the symphony of iron and fire.
A Fiery Bottle traced an arc, landing amid a group of writhing insect corpses.
"Ignite."
Bang—!
The flames exploded, and the insect corpses shrieked and rolled in the fire, their writhing limbs beating the ground as if playing music for Hell.
Their skin ruptured, bodily fluids spurted out, and the air was thick with an acrid stench.
