After a month of almost continuous battles, the battlefield's chaos no longer affected Moses. Fighting against monsters three times his size and in an environment unsuitable for his martial art would usually put him at a significant disadvantage. Still, he had developed a nice rhythm to it.
Explosions, firing rifles, battle cries, and roars filled the fighting front, creating a deafening spectacle that pressured the senses, making Moses unable to focus on anything past his immediate surroundings.
A sea of fur and giant muscles expanded wherever his eyes fell. The army and the monsters were engaged in a tight battle, and the two sides had long since mixed. The frontline still had it worse, but many creatures had crossed it, forcing the other soldiers to act.
