The moment they saw the creature, it had already seen them; the roar it released was enough to cause some younger soldiers to panic. The lunge was worse.
Its movements were wild and jerking as if it had no care about the bones in its body.
The soldiers met it head-on.
The first man swung his blade down, catching the thing in the shoulder, but instead of blood, a faint blue liquid that glowed leaked out from the open wound. Yet even with an injured shoulder, the creature didn't even flinch; it just kept moving, slamming into him with enough force to send him rolling across the dirt.
"Hold formation!"
Adolf shouted, his sword flashing as he stepped forward and swung. The blade cut through the creature's arm cleanly, and the severed limb hit the ground with a wet thud.
Morena was already in motion, her spear gripped tightly as she moved in. The creature turned its dead and lifeless eyes toward her, that faint blue glow reflecting off her armor.
