A cacophony of roars, sounds of torn up flesh and the swinging and slicing of weapons enveloped the former kill box and beyond. The massive wave of over 100 bear type monsters was rapidly meeting its end.
Frost and Findlay fought back to back, covering for one another as they killed the scores of enemies that obscured their vision, only knowing their progress in their onslaught from the occasional report from Nanna and Loki.
Kiba meanwhile commanded his bestial corps, hunting down the monsters that escaped the perimeter to chase after the dwarves and to head deeper into the dungeon. A far less battle intense job in comparison to what Findlay and Frost had to deal with but no less exhausting. Kiba had to use his wings to rapidly fly from place to place, dive bombing areas that needed his aid before quickly shuttling off to the next place. Beneficial in the long run as he grew more adept at flying.
