Having two weapons in my hands was a little nostalgic, though the kinds of weapons I now wielded were new to me, even if their purpose was something I was intimately familiar with; the Falcata especially was something I knew how to wield almost instinctually at this point as I slashed across the belly of a leaping wolf.
A horde of monsters had just leapt out of the ash during our march across the plains, and now they were proving to be quite determined to kill us instead of just running away from the scent that was driving them insane, and while they were large in number they weren't as freakishly strong as I was anticipating.
