The warriors roared, a little less than a hundred voices rising together, but fear still clawed at me. I clutched my blade until my knuckles turned white.
We rushed forward. A euphoric feeling pulsing through my chest.
We clashed with the beasts, each group to one beast luring them with sporadic attacks until they are engaged in battle.
"Stay out of our way," the sword wielder of our trio growled as he shoved me back. "When it gets bad, don't expect us to save you."
There was no time to respond even if I wanted to. The lizard our group had corralled started trashing its body in an attempt to catch one of us in its jaws.
"Left flank!" The spearman barked, and the sword wielder moved to attack its side.
Everything was going well until it wasn't.
A lizard broke away from another group and veered off in our direction.
It barreled towards us and through the break in formation everything started going haywire.
