The remaining Imperial Elite, who had fought countless campaigns for the Empire, always at the most intense portion of the battlefield, along with his fellow Elites, who had rarely even considered retreating, stepped back.
The demon that had appeared on the battlefield was outside the realm of logic that the Elite knew, and so, even though the two Advanced Rank fighters in the air did not phase him, the Elite was afraid.
But he was no coward.
"Soldiers of the Empire! With me now! We must eliminate the demon with the glowing sword! Our victory depends upon it!" The Imperial Elite yelled out, his voice booming out, more than loud enough to be heard over the rumbling thunder, clashing blades and screams of the wounded.
"Rufus! Get out of here, I'll take care of this one!" Docara called out to Kothar, after seeing him take out the Elites one after the other, he had realized Kothar's value as a Nighthawk./
They couldn't lose him now.
