Moon watched the battle shift entirely, taking another course in the span of seconds.
The archer drew its bow and loosed a volley toward the swordsman's beasts, and five of them died instantly, the arrows punching clean through their skulls and hearts.
The shots came laced with crimson-tinged force now, each one carrying the killing weight of its new Surpasser strength, and the sacrificial charge the southern commander had staked everything on withered in a single breath.
The blademaster lunged during the archer's volley, seizing the window while its rival's attention was on the horde, both blades sweeping in for a killing strike.
~Whoosh~
The archer dodged the fast approaching blade without difficulty. The strike that would have opened it hip to shoulder an hour ago found only empty air.
