Lucen tore through the Red Snappers, intervening where he was needed, spear coming down to shatter shells like rotten eggs.
The Red Snappers were now retreating. It was obvious they were ill equiped for the battle. They were as tall as a carriage, with unnaturally long arms and four eyes that shot lasers at their prey.
But that didn't seem to matter much.
Fireballs and searing bolts of golden light dissected the retreating beasts. Squires surrounded and battered monsters until they were bloody messes.
Knights came down like thunder, each blow splitting the air with terrible cracks.
Lucen landed on a dead Snapper and took a cursory look over the battlefield.
Set danced between the pincers of a Snapper. A golden greatsword appeared over his head and slammed down on the beast.
The creature shielded itself with its long arm, but the spell slashed through its hands and into its shell. The ground caved in under the beast, and its blood sprayed around it like a crushed bug.
