The desperate battle raged on.
The Captain rushed toward the serpent, boots pounding across blood-slick stone. The great Snake was now spewing blue fire and whipping its tail at the scattered Red Chains, who were desperately trying to land whatever damage they could.
BOOM.
Another torrent of azure flame crashed into the front line. The shield bearer's tower shield glowed red and appeared to be melting at the front, metal sagging like wax. However, the shield did not break completely. He dug his heels in, teeth gritted, muscles trembling as he held the line. The barrier he kept up allowed the others behind him to stay in position and continue hammering at the wounded monster.
The Captain fought at the very front, his face smeared with soot and blood. He barked orders with sharp, practiced clarity, forcing his exhausted team into a pure defensive posture.
"Front line, tighten up! Shields, triangle! Archers, hold fire until I call it!"
