It was such a strange view, as those creatures didn't look like monsters at all. They were more like models, with perfect bodies, long legs, and everything. They came swinging their hips like on a catwalk. Their breasts were exposed, but their heads were covered by heavy golden tiaras.
Arms covered by multiple bracelets, with fingers tightly wrapped around heavy, precious staffs. I couldn't finish them off, as I had my hands full with the blood mages, and what was left of the crock army.
I had to shadow walk to the hemomancers, and kill them one by one. One swing was not usually enough, which gave the other units more time. I tried to be as fast as possible, but just as I was finishing the last one, I felt like somebody just slapped me in the head. My vision became blurry, and the noise around me got dull.
