Rain saw the black sword descend to strike her down, stealing light and sealing her fate. The humanoid creature that roamed the mountain was not something they could reason with, and might not be something they could handle.
Clang!
Sparks flew as the silver cloak appeared before Rain. She staggered backward, allowing her to see the man who protected her. Benjamin Silvera was steady like a mountain, holding the giant sword with one hand.
"Tell your masters that the hound wants an audience," said Benjamin Silvera with a grin as he pushed the black warrior back and sent a horizontal slash toward him.
Space split apart in a giant arc that severed the enemy in two. Benjamin sheathed his sword as the last of the metallic warriors fell to its demise.
"That should be the last of them for now," said Benjamin as his giant sword rested on his back. "Are you alright, little kiddo?"
