*BOOM* *BAM* *BOOM*
The sounds of explosions and gun shots rang throughout the arena.
No matter what kind of undead they are, and no matter how fast they came, Sam just shot them down. He did expend some of his own energy in doing so. But it is negligible. In fact, his general recovery speed is enough to fill in the gap in just a few minutes.
The opponent slowly started feeling the pressure.
Until now, his go to strategy has always been overwhelming the opponents with the undead creatures. He whole heartedly believed in his art of necromancy and making the enemy surrender in front of his undead might.
For that reason, ever since he was a kid, he spent most of his time in battlefields and remote areas, where dangers lurk.
He killed, collected the dead, studied them, understood them, moulded them. He worked so hard and they are all falling down as Sam used what looked like a toy more than a weapon to destroy them. He felt his world view shatter.
