The four armored lieutenants moved in a disturbing symphony.
They didn't charge just like for a mindless sake of attacking, which the grunts were already doing.
They were not frantic or desperate, as if they knew that they were superior.
Their chitinous armor, which seemed dark and was gleaming under the cold light of the Silver moon as if it was covered with oil residue. Their chitinous legs even clacked rhythmically against the bridge as they ran— It produced a sound of impending ruin.
"Korg! Switch!" Mateo roared, abandoning the bisected corpse of a grunt to pivot towards the new threat.
His greatsword, currently shimmering with the dense, dull grey of lead, shifted instantly. Mateo's knuckles whitened as he activated his skill, that allowed him to alter the properties of matter to a certain extent.
The blade's color changed, lightening to a silvery and translucent hue as he altered its density to something impossibly light in order to prioritize speed over impact.
