"Formation!"
As the heavy cavalrymen scrambled backward, the surface of the bog erupted all around them.
Razor-Fin and fifty Grey-Fin pikemen burst from the duckweed. They wore the swamp. Algae clung to their scales, and their cold-blooded bodies didn't register on the Paladins' thermal magical senses.
They fought with the absolute, chilling silence of apex predators.
A Lizardman lunged from the reeds, thrusting a Star-Iron spear directly into the knee joint of a charging Paladin. The holy wards on the armor flickered and died on contact with the dense black metal.
The Paladin screamed, collapsing into the muck. Before he could cast a spell, another Grey-Fin was on his back, driving a bone-dagger coated in toxic sap through the visor of his helmet.
"Burn them!" Cassius screamed, swinging his broadsword. A wave of solar fire erupted from the blade, aimed right at Razor-Fin's chest.
