Ashton stood on the battlefield, his sword gripped tightly in his hand as he scanned the horizon for any sign of his enemies. He knew that the Xyran grunts were challenging opponents, but they were nothing he couldn't have handled on his own.
In the distance, he saw movement, and he tensed, ready for the fight to come. A group of Xyran grunts emerged from the shadows, their weapons ready. They moved quickly, their movements fluid and graceful as they closed in on Ashton.
Ashton took a deep breath and steadied himself, his eyes locked on the Xyran grunts as they rushed toward him. He waited until they were within striking distance, then lunged forward, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he slashed at his opponents.
"What the hell!?" Ashton cursed under his breath as none of his strikes landed on the insectoid creatures.
The Xyran grunts were fast and agile, dodging Ashton's blows with ease. But things were about to get worse for him.
