A wolf darted between two soldiers. One warrior turned. Too late. The wolf snapped at his wrist. He screamed and dropped his sword. Another wolf lunged toward his throat. An undead knight's blade passed over it, finishing the warrior.
The wolves disappeared back into the crowd. Then emerged somewhere else. Another warrior fell. Then another.
The battlefield had become impossible to predict. Enemies were coming from every direction. Above. Below. From the front. From the sides. The warriors couldn't keep track of everything.
Then the undead knights arrived. Two hundred and fifty undead soldiers advanced together. A wall of steel and bone. Their weapons moved in unison.
CLANG! A Vrethka warrior's sword struck an undead knight's shield. The undead knight didn't move. Another warrior attacked. The knight stepped forward. SLASH! He fell.
Three more rushed in. The undead formation tightened. Shields collided. Weapons rose. Then came down. SLASH! THUD! CLANG!
