The arrows plummeted into the army of demonic humans like rain, and then exploded on impact. What followed was a rain of dark blood that filled the sky, guttural screams that would make the stomach twist. The smell of flames and burnt flesh filled the air, reminding everyone there that the battle had begun.
Ken stood still. He looked at the scene with a blank expression. The smell filled his lungs, the sight burned into his mind, the reality settled into his body.
Sierra looked at him. "You can step back now if it is too much to handle." She sounded like she cared, but to Ken, it sounded like she looked down on him. He smiled, not the type you had when you were happy, the type you had when you had a point to prove. He reached for his sword with a clean motion, and as his palm rested on it, his mind turned on. Every distraction faded into nothing. All that remained was Ken and the targets ahead. To him, each one was a ball of light that he had to cut through.
