Ethan's gaze swept over the distant fray where Victor and his team were still locked in combat with a seemingly endless tide of puppets. They weren't in any real danger, but the onslaught was relentless. For every puppet destroyed, the parasitic thing controlling it would flee its host's skull at incredible speed, only to find a new body. So far, only Victor and Lyla had managed to pin down and eliminate a few of the slippery creatures.
"Idiot," Ethan muttered, a smirk twisting his lips as he watched the new wave of lackeys Alaric had summoned surge toward him. "You think this rabble can stop me?"
The puppets, mindless and fearless, charged, brandishing their weapons.
WHOOSH… CRACK!
Ethan swung the Twilight War Spear in a wide, devastating arc. The air itself seemed to tear, a crescent of energy erupting from the blade.
BOOM!
