The horde of Monsters bore down on him, each of the fierce deformities of monsters racing toward him with the sole purpose of tearing him limb from limb.
It was a truly horrifying sight. And Drake, who was the target, gritted his teeth, rising to his feet with his hand grasping his blade firmly.
"Damn you all! Bastards!" At this point, he had no care whether there were a thousand of these beasts—he had no care if he was unable to take down so many.
No... At this point, he was a beast himself.
Rushing forward to meet the horde, he raised his blade and struck down at the first few monsters that came his way, cutting through several with brutal precision.
A hunched-back monster lunged at him, swinging its bone-like claws toward Drake. He ducked under the attack and drove his knee into the side of the creature—his monstrous strength sending the beast flying, crashing into its own kind.
