The Scythe wielding armoured knight danced through the fray, its weapon spinning in graceful, deadly arcs which harvested the lives of the CelSols with each fluid motion.
The bayonet knight stood back; its weapon firing bullets of condensed demonic flames. Each shot was a guaranteed kill, burning through the CelSols' defences and flesh alike.
Adventurers and mercenary 'faithful' attacked with all their might, managing to defeat one of the armoured knights through sheer numbers and coordinated effort.
Their joy, however, was short-lived.
In a flash, they were all teleported right into the path of the bayonet knight's bullets, and the deadly projectiles blasted them towards the staff knight, who beat them down brutally.
