The Suns kept watching as the hallway was revealed to them. On one side, an incoming wave of messy ranks of rakshasa. They were slobbering and charging without lead or organization. Their goal was the destruction of their enemy and they were ready to throw the entire weight of their army at it to achieve that goal.
As for the other side, Shen Bao was in the middle of an army that advanced forward like immovable walls of lead. Unstopping, unrelenting and devastating. Their enemies charged them but were cleanly halted in their spots.
The white rakshasa would die in droves the moment they got closer to the front wall. Lead and bullets shot through them, causing the least of their devastating injuries as poison began spreading and destroying them in droves.
