The battle raged on, the air filled with the sounds of clashing steel, cries of determination, and the guttural roars of the creatures.
Despite their grotesque and strange forms the creatures fought with surprising resilience and strength. At first there had been fifty of them but the Elven warriors, led by Adrien and Billy, had whittled their numbers down to forty-five. Yet, even with their numbers reduced, the creatures' ferocity did not lessened.
Adrien moved with practiced precision, using his Starsteel sword to parried an incoming claw strike and countered with a swift slash. His blade sank deep into the twisted flesh of a creature and it crumpled to the ground with a shuddering moan.
But another leapt at him immediately, its many eyes glowing with a sickly red hue. Adrien ducked and drove his blade upward, cutting through its chest.
