That Dread was approaching at a high speed. Nobody there moved an inch while looking at that monster. They had serious faces, but most of them were just feeling intense fear. However, not fighting wasn't an option anymore. Probably, not everyone in the refuge could go to the tunnel after the gate, so they needed to protect their lands before something happened.
'Damn it… Can I do something against this thing? The other Dreads that I fought with before were Dreads that I learned how to fight due to several battles against their specimen. Nonetheless, this Dark Wing isn't a specimen that I know much about. I am not aware of its weaknesses and instinctive attack patterns, which makes it very difficult to engage in combat with it.
'Despite all these things, my sword isn't with me right now…', Dean looked to his right hand with concern.
