"Come at me you vile testimonies of my ancestor's sin! If I am to die this night, I'll send at least a hundred of you to the underworld ahead of me, so that the chefs of hell may prepare for me a feast from your ethereal remains!", Agiros roared with an aether enhanced voice while on Skullcrusher's back. Resonating with his master's fury, the Wooly Rammoth let out a ear-splitting trumpet that intimidated the attacking wild monsters so badly that they could only lamely surround the duo.
At this point in time, Agiros and Skullcrusher had defeated at least twenty-seven bronze grade monsters, fourteen silver grade monsters and two gold grade monsters, including the Lycanne who rushed them first. The two of them were like war gods on this battlefield but unlike actual gods, they still had physical limits. The two of them weren't necessarily exhausted to the point of collapsing, but the sheer amount of monsters attacking them was starting to get draining. It seemed like every time he took out one monster, two more were taking their place. It was a war of attrition at this point, either Agiros and Skullcrusher would collapse first or the Night would end and the monsters would disband with the rising sun.
As Agiros was planning to swap out Skullcrusher for one of his lower grade monsters, an ominous clanging caught his attention. The sound was like suits of armor walking in formation, armored warriors marching into battle.
From the dense fog entered three humanoid monsters in an arrow formation, coincidentally, covered in armor or made of it. The monsters on the left and right were known as Wraithritters,Basic/Mystic monsters that looked like hollow suits of armor with arcane lines pulsating throughout their forms and ghostly bodies filling the empty armored spaces. Bronze grade Wraithritters tend to be unarmed, but these were silver grade that were only a step away from gold. As such, the two of them were wielding iron halberds that looked crude but were sharp enough to cut stone. If they were gold grade, their basic affinity would be replaced with an elemental one and their weapons would be sharp enough to cut through iron shields.
The one in the center of the formation was known as a Cruelsader, a Fury/Mystic monster that would be the cause of many nightmares. The monster carried the visage of a powerful fully-armored knight with spiked and jagged black armor, a dark colored and unnaturally moving cape on its shoulders and blood red energy emanating from its neck and limbs. Held between its all too human-like hands was a massive two-handed morning star that was shaped like a howling demon and glowing like embers. Any binder worth their salt could feel from its oppressive aura that it was a gold grade monster that was only half a step into platinum grade.
As the trio of high leveled monsters walked closer and closer towards Agiros and Skullcrusher, the other monsters within the fog began to stand down and back away. Wild majimonsters may think like animals, but even animals can recognize when to stand down and let apex predators fight it out.
The trio of monster then broke into a sprint, techniques at the ready as their respective weapons began to glow with that all too familiar light of magical power. Skullcrusher braced itself for impact against the triple assault, until a sudden blast of icy wind blew the three attackers away from the Wooly Rammoth. The Cruelsader managed to only get pushed back only by three or so steps, while the two Wraithritters were knocked off their feet and sent flying back by at least ten steps. Before anyone could figure out what happened, a pair of figures, one lithe and feminine figure while the other was robed and masked, landed between the Wraithritters and Cruelsader.
"Bouna serata amico mio! It appears you are in a bit of a bind. Mind if I cut in to help? I'll be sure to waive my usual fee due to tonight's circumstances", the masked figure said with a strange accent, while the feminine figure, a strange blue elfin monster stood in a fighting stance.
"A mercenary?", Agiros asked slightly annoyed yet relieved, "...alright, sure! Just make sure you don't get in my way"! With that declaration, Agiros lead Skullcrusher into a collision course with the Cruelsader.
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[Voxea, what the heck did you just make me say and what kind of voice was that]?